Damn. Sombra raises her brows, then grins broadly at the entire bag shoved into bucket. That, and the Spanish is actually pretty impressive. But there's something else about this kid that's different than typical. A little serious. Why isn't she out herself, anyway?

Instead of asking the questions on her mind, Sombra performs a dramatic pose, putting on such a theatrically grim face as she holds up her bread gun. As the girl speaks in Spanish just fine, Sombra will continue in the same.

"I am the world's deadliest sniper." A pause. "Who is also French." She gestures to the baguette rifle, as if that explains everything.