I can be clever from time to time. [ Though comparing anyone to her grandfather ought to be an insult instead of something funny, considering all that had happened, but she wasn't in the mood to spill her guts right then and there. There's a deep seated assurance in her mind, as it stood, that she could probably expect a good bit of questioning about things she'd said but hadn't elaborated on at some point.

Sombra just seemed the type.]

That is a 'I am not discussing this right now.' [ Correction. ] I was thinking I needed that anyway. McCoy brought up whiskey and I've come to realize that all that talk about aged wine apparently makes me seem in my thirties instead of my teens.

So perhaps it's time to try immigrant level liquor after all. [ No one would be watching her here, after all, to give her shit about trying whiskey or anything else. ]

Yes, he is at some waypoint back to the ship. [ Movement catches her eyes and she stops in conversation for a moment, darting to follow whatever it was a ways off. Thankfully the animal in question decides to continue on, and so she turns her attention back to Sombra. ] I'm still functional enough to be self-sufficient, if you have other objectives to get to while we're still on planet.

[ And there's one of those little smirks that says she'd even keep her mouth shut about it if asked. ]