[He follows her gaze with a tip of his head, with eyes that can't be seen under the hollow gaps of that skull-like mask of his. He's been wearing the same look of doubt since Sombra had returned, and he's not comfortable with it.]

I'm no stranger to scientific anomalies, so I've long let that one slide. What with how many of us are here from different places, an 'accident' is a fair cop-out to why it's happening. [Choosing his words carefully, he at least reveals that he's not sure about that himself.]

Think that if they have the gall to send us down to other planets on missions, that they'd at least tell us what's going on. Putting our necks on the line for people we don't care about and aren't invested in.

We're owed that much.

No matter how fucking damaging it is to their 'reputation' as a well-organized fleet. [He doesn't mind working for 'bad' people, but this hidden agenda shit wasn't acceptable in his head.]