"You bet!" Tracer smiles and dashes into the alley ahead. Even when not using her ability to blink forward through time, she has a certain zip to her actions, like she's barely fitting into her own skin. Like she's ready to dash out of existence at any second, which is sadly true. Without the glowing blue devices strapped to her chest and back, she wouldn't be able to stay anchored in time. She'd be a ghost, drifting in and out and unable to control it.

So lucky for her she's got it, right? Once in the alley, she blinks forward and then turns around.

"This looks good. You wanna get behind me, I throw the bomb, and we keep running?"