( beg pardon, because the moment she teleported in over her translocator, Victor had one hand thrown out in a stopping gesture, and the other hand up and covering his mouth as he gasped. what the hell was that? two emotions war for dominance in that moment: intense wonder, and intense excitement. enough to temporarily shove the tenuousness of their present situation to the background as he exclaims: )

Wow! You teleported! Just like in a movie!

( sorry, Sombra, he just couldn't help himself. (is any of this not like a movie? that's the better question, Victor.) at least he and his dog both look back to the terminal with a frown at her question, visibly wrenching himself away from the momentary distraction of teleportation right in front of him. he can hear the hold message continuing to play. he shakes his head, gesturing behind himself. )

No one's answering. We can keep trying to call on the terminals as we pass them, if we want to trust the halls are open.

( the friend she left behind is not sounding so friendly down the hall. Makkachin pads toward Sombra, tail held low, sniffing as he goes, looking to see if he might merit a pat to the head before he ducks back off to cling to Victor's side. is their new friend okay? )