"Hmph." Roadhog's uncovered face grins openly. He ain't about to throw open his arms to welcome this girl into their fold, but even he's got to acknowledge that the scrawny rat's somehow gone and caught himself a ten. "Careful when you're ducking 'round her mappa tassie, don't go makin' it literal."

With that, he closes his eyes, shutting out the beautiful but bothersome twilight. Rat's monologue trickles on without prompt, a constant IV drip of information that Roadhog passively absorbs, even as tired as he is.

By the final point, Roadhog sounds as enlightened as can be:

"Wondered why this place wasn't rubble."

'Splains that.