Lo and behold a living breathing woman actually does show up.
As she makes her way on over, the shovel carried by the outlaw stabs into the ground and becomes a prop for his hand. Just his hand, as Roadhog didn't have the luxury of leaning on something so much smaller and skinnier than he was without causing a very memorable scene.
Yeah, Jamison is around, the answer rings exclusively through his own skull. With no comment from the man behind it, Roadhog's stitched-on frown goes lopsided, his head twisting to regard her at this new, much closer angle.
And he stares.
As Roadhog is wont to do.
Part of him just wants to make her stand there sweating in the simulated heat until Rat's done preening or whatever, but his hazing ritual isn't entirely without purpose; he's still looking for the marionette strings — any indication that she hasn't come here out of her own free will.
Eventually, without taking his eyes off of her, he balls a fist and bangs on the tarnished, industrial-scale steel door behind him, vigorously enough that Junkrat would surely be able to hear it no matter how far he'd wandered inside.
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As she makes her way on over, the shovel carried by the outlaw stabs into the ground and becomes a prop for his hand. Just his hand, as Roadhog didn't have the luxury of leaning on something so much smaller and skinnier than he was without causing a very memorable scene.
Yeah, Jamison is around, the answer rings exclusively through his own skull. With no comment from the man behind it, Roadhog's stitched-on frown goes lopsided, his head twisting to regard her at this new, much closer angle.
And he stares.
As Roadhog is wont to do.
Part of him just wants to make her stand there sweating in the simulated heat until Rat's done preening or whatever, but his hazing ritual isn't entirely without purpose; he's still looking for the marionette strings — any indication that she hasn't come here out of her own free will.
Eventually, without taking his eyes off of her, he balls a fist and bangs on the tarnished, industrial-scale steel door behind him, vigorously enough that Junkrat would surely be able to hear it no matter how far he'd wandered inside.