Knows his shit then, does he? A slow shake of his silver head and Roadhog concedes, scarred mug faintly mirroring the other's expression.

"Suppose not."

Coupled with a jerk of his chin, Roadhog flicks his eyes upward. "Stars're up there, you feel like lookin' at 'em at some point," he reminds Rat what he'd dragged them out here for--not to imply that he cared one way or another if he wanted to keep wasting his time staring at him instead.