So he's got himself a guard now. That's interesting, but not a deterrant.

Biting her lower lip for a moment, she reaches back into a pack that's been slung onto her back, the effort with one arm minimal thanks to how she's positioned it. Out of it, she draws what is very visibly an explosive, though contained in ceramic and a good deal more primitive than anything Junkrat's cobbled together.

At least, in appearance.

"I've come to bargain," she informs the hulking figure, brow lifting. "Provided he's taking visitors, of course. I can always come back."