Roadhog lets his neck go fully slack, his head rolling to point in entirely the opposite direction of Junkrat -- not that he could see jackshit like this anyhow.

"Hff..."

Some time later when Junkrat strolls over with an offering, his encroaching footsteps pull Roadhog from his half-slumber. Though he doesn't start collecting himself until the click. He grips the dirt and lifts his nose to smell, not caring that he's responding to a call like an animal.

Wallowing backward on his elbows, Roadhog wedges his shoulders up the side of Junkrat's camper until he's propped himself just vertically enough to eat without choking. Likewise, Hog pushes his mask up just enough to uncover his mouth, hungrily baring prominent lower canines as he takes the improvised hubcap-plate, which he balances rather shamelessly atop the dome of his stomach before digging in.

Dirt-streaked fingers cram handfuls of moist arugula down his gullet and linger in front, waiting to be licked clean by a studded tongue. The sandwich gets special attention as he takes a single bite and chews it slowly, a pensive expression on his lips while he studies the layers exposed within his own large bitemark. After swallowing, those lips turn up in approval. He tips Junkrat the sandwich as if it were a toast of white wine, then the rest begins to disappear in a more violent fashion.

In a of couple minutes, he lifts a clean hubcap into the air for Junkrat's consideration, wagging it slightly. Next?