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Sombra	At least she's feeling slightly better today, she must admit. Even if Sombra hadn't been the easiest patient to handle, she had seemed to listen after the sinister figure of Reaper had threatened to destroy her systems if she didn't stay in bed and rest. Even if she's totally able to work with a fever, she had resigned herself to rest and eat, even taking a quick bath. While she still feels like utter crap, the worst part is that she's /bored/. Normally Sombra always has enough things to do, and she likes keeping herself busy with various snooping and hacking, always on a search for information and to learn the secrets that can be found around the multiverse. So staying in bed...? That's mental torture. The area around her bed is getting messier than normal too, with a garbage can filled with used tissue paper, juice boxes and empty medicine boxes and bottles. Several pillows have been stacked up behind her, all so she can keep her head elevated which makes it somewhat easier to breathe despite her clogged up sinuses and lungs. The tired look isn't made better by the fact that she's not wearing her usual colourful makeup either, and it's not like she's been sleeping well either.
No. 9	It's Nine. Just as careful, just as cautious as before, but without quite the fullness of his furtive nature. Not quite as rangy, sketchy, intimidated. Oh he's still careful, still cautious not to be seen. He just... doesn't want to get caught out s'all. Not like before. New folks, new situations. Too much to handle for questionable minds like his. This time it's not so bad though. This time the bag is bigger, albeit still stuffed as full. This time the body rides higher, the shoulders taller, the back stiffer, more upright, less rangy and troglodytic. The code is remembered. Here's to hoping it's still good, because he's punching it in like before. Breep! Thankfully the smell of food seems to overwright the smell of, well, GOLEM as he eases in, taking out a big jug of orange juice and shaking it vigorously, making his way to her bedside. A multicultural smell of cooked meat wafts as he eases the boxes down, pulling out a folding tv tray and setting some takout boxes out on it with a thud thump thump tump. His big clunky metal finger points to each in turn, square boxes and styrofoam containers, because he is /evil/ and destroying the environment is part of his job. "Galbi, egg foo young, fajitas nortenias-" He probably horribly mispronounced that one "-a deluxe sushi tray," Really Nine, raw fish for sick people? You suck at this. "Spaghetti with meatballs, lobster ravioli in a rose sauce." you mispronounced that bad. "Some orange juice, some apple juice, a bit more sprite and that nasal spray you wanted, and some softer tissues so they don' tear yer nose up. Oh and a thermos of beef broth if yer stomach starts actin up agin."
Sombra	The code is still good, yes. It's easy enough to hear the large brute arrive, and Sombra glances over towards the doorway as the hulking monstrosity returns. It's a good thing she's unable to smell much right now. "Hola," she greets him, her voice still hoarse as she sits up a little straighter. Though she blinks and looks somewhat confused as her eyes fall on the overfilled bag. "¿Que?" What's with all this... As the food is set out the hacker only looks more confused, looking from takeout box to takeout box. When Nine utterly butchers the name of the fajitas Sombra can't help but glance up at him, though she doesn't say anything. Only when he's done presenting all the food he brought her does the woman speak up. "You know I can't possibly eat all of this, chico..." But hey, at least she has food for days now. The fajitas are pushed towards him. "You eat the /fajitas/," she decides, making sure to put a lot of emphasis on the correct pronounciation of the food, and then she takes the sushi tray for herself, opening it. Rather than take it easy, she dumps the entire clump of wasabi into the soy sauce, stirring it with the chopsticks. "Gracias... I did read that you've had a history of being a large... errand boy at times when you're not-" Cough. "- fighting for your faction..."
No. 9	A glance over. "Well, yeah, I mean... okay you can't, but I dun know what yer in th' mood for, alright? Sometimes when yer sick th' body can be a bit picky." His rasping, brassy voice is a little reluctant, his stained photonegative eyes avoiding her own. A glance over at her as she pushes the fajitas on him, and after a moment and a bit of reluctance he grunts, nodding. "S' americanized annaway. I wouldn' know authentic food if it bit me in th' ass." An admittance, but it's true. "I'm morra a professional lackey. I ah, aint, capable a leadin on my own. Th' folks whut made me needed some measure a independant ability t' undertake tasks but they wunnt goin so much fer a leader. I'm more comfortable lookin out fer folks. I hit things, I hurt things, I protect. N' when there aint nuthin t' hurt n' nuthin t' protect I tend t' jest, look out fer people. Folks on my team, folks I care about." It's mentioned casually, as he's picking out green peppers and piling them on the side, sitting back on the floor and still not much lower than she is. He is kinda tall when he's not slouching, looking over the edge of the bed at her. Seeing the wasabi he nods. "That'll clear yer sinuses out." A mild mucky chuckle and now he's eating fajitas with a pair of chopsticks. Oh Nine, you're such a failure in so many ways.
Sombra	A slight snort leaves Sombra, and she nods. "You should try some local food on your way back... three streets up, they make pretty good tacos," she suggests, preparing her sushi tray albeit a bit slowly. When she spots Nine picking out the jalapeños however, she arches an eyebrow. "Those are the best, you want them to be spicy." His comment on her adding all that wasabi in her soy sauce does make her nod. "Sí, that's why I'm doing it. And spicy is good, it makes it ta--" She freezes in place, outright staring at Nine as he uses chopsticks to eat the fajitas. "... use your hands, at least." Seriously, why does everybody fuck up latino food like that? A professional lackey indeed. "I read your file some days ago, I know what you are and what you went through. And what you're good for. Might be useful to have somebody like you around, especially if you can provide muscle. Fighting isn't exactly my strength... shadows are better at being unseen," Sombra offers before she picks up a sushi piece, dips it in the sauce and then eats it.
No. 9	"I will." it's a promise. He knows he's an ignorant fuckstick but that's not an excuse for not bettering himself at least a little. At the, mention of eating the jalapenos, he sort of hesitates, his head going down. "...They taste like my Mitochondria trying to murder me feels like, just ri' in th' mouth." But indeed he does seem to stop picking them out. At the mention of hands, his head goes down a bit lower. "Get, stuck, in th' seams a my fingers." It's muttered, at best. A glance around... and then he sort of uses the flap of the styrofoam to hide his face... and just, lets, that long muscular tongue sliiiide out, wrap a few bits of fajita meat and sneak it back into his mouth. "FFF shh hot-" nearly spraying food out as he hisses through his teeth. Glance over. "Well I'll give ya that. You know yer stuff." Chewchewchew, whinewhine. "Ffff-" Nine they're just jalapenos for fucks sake. "You can count on me. To be your distraction and your defense, your ablative shield and your front lines shock trooper. My metal, and my flesh m'lady." A formal bow- utterly ruined by the whining and the faint pants. THEY'RE JUST JALAPENOS NINE, STOP BEING A PUSSY.
Sombra	"Bueno," Sombra nods as she makes a slight face as she feels the wasabi affect her sinuses. But she does continue as she takes another piece of sushi, dips it and eats it whole. The explanation of why he's using chopsticks does make sense, and the hacker sighs and nods. "Go ahead then." Well, his other way of eating does seem to work, and Sombra doesn't look disturbed by it. The fact that he nearly sprays food everywhere does get a bigger reaction as she snorts, a bit tired but also amused. "You really aren't used to spicy food, are you...?" she half-snickers. "Knowing things is what I do, amigo," she points out, half done with chewing the sushi in her mouth. "I might not be big or strong, but I'm /smart/. Nobody can hack like I do, and well, the latter years I've also become quite adept at sneaking around. Sure, I can fight if I need to, but I do that mostly by being stealthy, striking when..." She pauses to sniffle, and she reaches over for some tissue paper so she can blow her nose. "Ugh, striking when they don't... expect me to..." Heck, if Nine is such a big baby... Sombra reaches out and picks up the pieces of jalapeño, eating them raw and not even wincing. "I'm sure Gabe would like having some additional muscle too... though it's awfully sweet of you, el caballero." Caballero. Knight. Well, Nine's been referred to as weirder stuff over the years, probably.