It takes him about four to five seconds to unhitch it from his belt and yank enough chain from the winch, but Roadhog's answer is a horizontal lash from his hook. The steel is reduced to a blur, painting a cross-section of the air in silvery afterimages.

He'll make her go bump, all right. Or clang! That also happens to be the sound a man-sized steel hook makes when it's sent on a second, much longer arc, only to ricochet off the broad side of one of the shipping containers nearby. The impact bites through the rust red paint, leaving a shallow gash in the metal beneath.

But it's all in good fun.

Inviso-girl's got on all that nice armor, so a hard knock like that wouldn't have killed her. Probably. A Legion regulations officer with a handy cutting tool even made a point of removing the sharp nails that used to line the tip of his weapon.

Clang!

He's not trying to guess where she might be, as much as he's methodically covering the most area possible, making the ground level a place no one with any amount of self-preservation should want to be.

Though, he won't be able to keep it up for much longer before he'll have to deal with that AI security. They've heard the racket, flashlights (or whatever passed for them) strobing down an adjacent path.