The morning after she had been taken and then ravaged by Turner, Symmetra was eager to turn the table on him. Fortunately for her, she woke up first and was in a perfect position to start her day with a victory.
She looked at Turner, debating whether to truly torment him and potentially learn some privileged information, or to just have some fun. She looked at her arm for a moment and then quickly closed her fingers quickly as she prepared to use her light projection skills.
A strange sound like electricity and plastic being stretched woke up Turner. Moving on instinct, he reached for a pistol stowed under his pillow, but he never made it there. He quickly realized that there was something locked around his neck, and his right arm as his eyes adjusted and he found Symmetra sitting comfortably on her knees with her hands placed in front of her. The Indian woman’s golden eyes were at the same time childish as they were deadly, and her look made Turner shift slightly to go back, but he was kept right in place by the solid light projections that Symmetra had secured her with.