Sombra

Clearing her throat to announce her presence as her cloaking faded, Sombra looked over the spacious garage and stopped her gaze on Bob, who swallowed hard in slight fear. He knew very well that the unassuming, slim and mid-height latina wasn't to be underestimated and from what he heard talking with other goons she usually meant trouble for anyone involved with her.

"Hey, you there. What's your name." Sombra asked, looking at the bike and back to Bob. She was clearly in a slight hurry.

"Uh.. I am Bob, is there anything I can help with?" He answered quickly, his voice a bit shakily, clearly Bob didn't want to get into any trouble right now.

"Yes I need to borrow a bike." She narrowed her eyes on the place where Bob signed on the bike and looked back to Bob again. "Mind if I borrow yours?"