As the woman behind him takes to the air, Roadhog idly wonders if Rat'd thought to outfit this batch with some form of motion detection—though he doesn't have to wait long for an answer, given that she still doesn't go boom.

There aren't any other surprises along the route he takes, barring maybe the loud groan of the steel door as he rolls it open and beckons for her to go on through.

"Chair there's safe," Roadhog says, looking pointedly at the ratty recliner posted near the entrance. Yet another set piece that's been recreated to look and feel a little lived-in, down to the broken mechanism that caused the leg rest to immediately pop out whenever someone sat in it.

As for the rest of the place?

"Don't touch anything."