After everyone had finished eating dinner, which consisted some chicken stew with vegetables mixed in and some rice, (Sombra actually found it pretty good and commended Torbjorns cooking, it was far better than the dry turkey from before) Sombra was alone in th kitchen with Torbjorn.

Not much was said between them, except the clattering of pots and pans being put away underneath the dim kitchen lighting while the rest of the mess hall and abandoned tables were shrouded in darkness.

Sombra picked up one of the pots that she had washed and realized it was still greasy. She did a quick check and noticed a lot of them were still greasy and she sighed. She's been in the kitchen for a half hour with Torbjorn in silence with nothing to talk about. Nothing she knew about Torbjorn was interesting to bring up except his parade of children which creeped Sombra out. She peered over her shoulder at the dwarf as he continued to put more of the greasy pots away.

Back when her mother was still alive, she would've murdered Sombra for leaving the pots a mess and it still didn't feel right after she was gone.

"I hope you aren't going to ignore the grease on these pots." Somba shook her head.

"Well do you wanna spend another half hour washing these things?"

"Well I don't really have a choice now, do I?" Sombra dropped the pots back into the sink. "You all decided cleaning duty was much better for me than actually being useful."

"But yeh are bein useful." Torbjorn smirked. "There's only so much I can do with one hand and a claw."

"Alright." Sombra sighed, she turned on the faucet and started scrubbing the pots again with more soap. "Just leave this to me, I know how important those turrets are to you."

He didn't say anything, but he walked from behind the counter and reached for some blueprints on one of the tables. Sombra managed to sneak a peak at it earlier and was impressed by what she saw, it appeared that Torbjorn was working on a flying turret since it had wings with two extra guns on the edge. If she noticed more things like this and managed to escape, she would have tons of information to tell Talon when she got back. It was just a matter of when, and of course she would have to find her equipment.

Now that Torbjorn had left the kitchen, she felt at ease with herself and relaxed her posture. She scrubbed the pots but unfortunately she didn't feel like she had accomplished much thanks to her nails. There was no way she could break them, they had a cute peppermint design painted on them to match her costume for the holidays and she couldn't even wear it now that it was confiscated.

About an hour later, Sombra still had to put the dishes away. She completely gave up on some of the greasy ones, thanks to her nails. One actually broke, and she was livid.

"You alright there?" Jesse McCree strutted lazily into the kitchen with nothing but plaid boxers on, and a very muscly frame and scruffy body. He had light chest hair and a happy trail that ducked right below the band of his boxers. Sombra's face was warm, but she managed to keep a neutral face as she grabbed more pots and put them away.

"I'm doing well, why?"

"You just been here since dinner ended." McCree spoke, he grabbed a glass from the cabinets behind Sombra and poured himself some water,whilst filling it up with four ice cubes. Then he proceeded to walk around the counter and sit before Sombra while she worked.

"Just doing my job." She spoke. "The pots were really greasy, it's disgusting. My mom would never put up with this back when I was younger."

McCree didn't say anything, he just gulped down his water and scratched at his beard. "You seem to be doin a good job."

"Duh, I'm the best." Sombra laughed. But her face grew stern again when McCree finished his cup. "I hope you're not just going to dump that in the sink while I'm here."

McCree finished his water then he walked around the counter and washed his cup. "I can help ya." He offered. Which was a sweet gesture, Sombra thought, but she didn't want to be alone with him in his underwear. She completed her tasks better when she was alone, but she lazily handed him a pot and rubbed her heavy eyes.

"Any plans tomorrow?" She asked.

"Probably just head into town and buy some stuff." He answered. "We need more groceries, and Ana wants some more tea."

"But there is plenty of tea in the cabinets." Sombra noticed.

"Those are Lena's," McCree glanced back at them. "Pretty sure they've been here since Overwatch disbanded though."

"And no one got rid of them?" Sombra's nose curled up, as she bent over and put another pot away.

"Nope."

"As much as Torbjorn loves this kitchen, I'm surprised." Sombra glanced at her broken nail and held it up for McCree to see. "It's horrible right? I sit here all night for you guys to clean this stupid kitchen and my nail breaks. Now it isn't even, you know how long it's gonna take to grow back to its length?"

"Can't say I do." McCree shrugged. "How do you even do anything with claws like that?"

"Que?"

"I mean, you gotta be pretty lazy to have nails that long and not break them without doing something." He laughed. "Oh right, you just sit back and hack things."

"Hacking is hard work."

"Really? You make it look so easy."

"Like I said, I'm the best." Sombra laughed. "I've been hacking for as long as I can remember."

The kitchen got silent again, and most of the dishes were put away now thanks to McCree.

"Since you're like our maid, you should come down to the town's with me to get some groceries." He offered.

"Why?"

"You get out of this place for a bit, and spend time with your new friend. Maybe even avoid cleaning the toilets, I know Junkrat was looking forward to getting out of that now that you're here."

"Promising." Sombra agreed. "Sure. What time?"

"Thinkin maybe 8 or 9, early, so when everyone wakes up we'd be gone."

Sombra's heart skipped a few beats, but at the same time she really wanted to sleep in. "Fine, we can meet here tomorrow morning."

After a moment of silence, she added: "Will it just be us?"

McCree shrugged. "I normally go with Symmetra and Genji since they wake up early and visit the town's too."

"Right." Sombra said. "I still look forward to it."

With a smile, McCree left the kitchen. Now the only thing Sombra had left to do was mop, and she'd be on her way to dreamland, with excitement bubbling inside her chest for tomorrow morning.