Tear her top off

It was a very subtle hack. Just a little manipulation of the fingers, and the omnic's obscene strength did the rest. BOB wrenched Ashe's vest open, tearing it her shirt to shreds in the process. The hardened crooks froze as Ashe looked down at her lacy $400 black bra, anticipating Ashe's imminent fury. Even BOB, silent as usual, seemed shocked by his actions and afraid of what was coming. Instead, she calmly covered herself with what was left of her vest.

"Getting clumsy, BOB. Don't worry, I'll get you calibrated later this week. Now, you were saying, Deadringer Dan?" The crime boss coughed and continued his report as BOB backed away.

Sombra cursed in Spanish from her hideyhole in the corner, crouched behind some barrels. She expected a furious confrontation that would give her a few more opportunities to have BOB's hands 'slip'. Now that he's widened the gap between them, she'd have to step things up a notch.