Junkrat freezes up at the demand, lowing his can and glancing over at both of them. He looks at Fareeha first, then Roadhog, then back at Fareeha. Huh, what an awfully affectionate way to 'haze' the new girl...

She really must be making a good impression on him so far, even if she hasn't figured out how to talk to him. Or at him, as is the case sometimes. Junkrat barks out laughter and practically hops out from behind the grill, hobbling up to Fareeha and switching the can to his full arm so he can hold it out toward her, elbow out, in invitation to skull it with arms intertwined.