Junkrat heads into his frankenstein of a camper as soon as she gets off his hand, figuring that would be the end of it. By the time she's screaming incredulously, he's already made it inside, finding it awfully strange that someone followed him in here to that extent. Now that's some curiosity that'll get someone killed, in a habitat under Junkrat's name!
He comes back out of the trailer, a bottle of beer in one hand, expecting to see someone else standing there, but what does he see? A blonde chick standing over the bush that he'd left his new guest in. Eh, she'll be right. The bush has always dealt with harsher realities than getting sat on.
Well then. Junkrat's face twists into an amused smirk, leaning against the side of his camper and using his mechanical thumb to simply pop off the cap of the bottle, letting it fall to the ground unceremoniously with a plink.
"Ya weren't some kinda funnel-webber, so I figured y'd be safe enough ta handle. The real question is, who turns into a spider and then rides around in a bloke's hand to his intended destination? I've made roasted spider before, ya know. I'll do it again. Good source'a protein."
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He comes back out of the trailer, a bottle of beer in one hand, expecting to see someone else standing there, but what does he see? A blonde chick standing over the bush that he'd left his new guest in. Eh, she'll be right. The bush has always dealt with harsher realities than getting sat on.
Well then. Junkrat's face twists into an amused smirk, leaning against the side of his camper and using his mechanical thumb to simply pop off the cap of the bottle, letting it fall to the ground unceremoniously with a plink.
"Ya weren't some kinda funnel-webber, so I figured y'd be safe enough ta handle. The real question is, who turns into a spider and then rides around in a bloke's hand to his intended destination? I've made roasted spider before, ya know. I'll do it again. Good source'a protein."