Fareeha settles herself in the remaining chair, perched on the end with her fingers lightly interlocked, elbows on knees. While there's still a part of her - and will be, for a while, that's acutely aware of the new presence, she chooses to focus on Junkrat. He certainly offers his own little brand of entertainment; it's intriguing watching him move at such speeds and with something of a haphazard precision.

And for a moment she looses herself in it and smiles. He was infectious in his enthusiasm. The she remembers it's three of them now and she shouldn't be so standoffish. She settles back in the chair and looks over to Roadhog as Junkrat works his magic.

"What do you think of the Legion, so far?" Hopefully a fairly innocuous question. The boom i the distance grabs her attention, snapping her head in that direction and tensing, rising an inch out of her chair before realizing what's happened. Okay, not intruders, or some poor Legion staffer that got lost. She tries to settle back like nothing happened.