'Acquainted' is the right word. Marjara has spoken to Junkrat on a few occasions, and even spoken of a potential barter between the two of them: some of Junkrat's prosthetic work for some special homemade grenades.

Of course it should have followed that someone like him would live in a place like this. That's not the surprise. What is surprising is the man -- or what she believes must be a man, at any rate -- lounging on the other end of a large expanse of red, dust-dry earth.

Stop. The tattooed elf does so, though she raises a critical eyebrow.

"Yes?"