"Yes," she responds as a simple answer. The question and it's implications haven't quite sunk in yet; such is it an accepted concept for her.

It's after a moment or two that Zarya realised the question has even been asked, and her eyes narrow. The air in the tent practically turns to ice.

"This will not be a problem, I hope."

Less of a question, more of an outright statement. It won't be a problem.