Money. Just Money.

"I think you underestimate how much money we're talking about. It's a lot of money. A shitton of money. Your pasty white ass alone is going to get me a penthouse apartment with all the--" Sombra ducked as Mei shot another icicle, one aimed too close to her head for comfort.

"Just...shut up and listen. There's no law enforcement for miles, and from what I've heard of your hacking abilities, I don't trust you to not escape any room I try to trap you in. I could just freeze you, but..." Mei seemed to consider it for a moment. "Being frozen for that long might kill you. And unlike you, I care about people besides what they're worth to me. So I'll let you leave. Drop your gun and walk away. Reconsider this endeavor, and ask yourself if it's what you really want."

Sombra paused. Giving up this contract meant passing up more money than she may see in the next ten years. But the chubby Chinese girl had a point. She could just walk away.