[ well, well. No pushback at all. Sombra laughs, about to say she could get it by five today—but stops herself with a hum. Why set herself that strict an ETD for such an easy job? ]

All right. 5 tomorrow, after your tea. [ an amused huff. ] Ay, you really are an old man. Didn't that kind of thing go out of fashion like a thousand years ago?