"Pιlαr, do yoυ тнιɴĸ тнιѕ wιѕe?"

Grunting as she undid the buckles of her shirt, sliding out of it easily, her eyes avoided Trueno's gaze as she shoved it within a compartment in his side, slipping her shoes off as well. She hadn't given it much of a second thought; Pilar knew that the moment she thought on it longer than a second, she would question herself and back out...which could potentially lead to disastrous results.

"My mind is made, Trueno. No amount of second guessing will change it." Even as she spoke, her voice faltered, and she cleared her throat, obviously avoiding the bull's steady gaze. From around the corner, she could hear the junkers approaching, and though she was not sure what kind of reaction she would garner, she unbuckled the belt of her pants to put on a different pair.

"Look's like the guards are all distracted," she heard, pulling her hair up into a bun on the top of her head. It felt lopsided; the left side of her head had been shaved, leaving nothing more than some brown fuzz, but regardless how odd it felt, it would be better to have it out of the way. "Shouldn't be too hard."

Ignoring the voices, she pulled from a different compartment a darker set of clothing; she hadn't noticed, until not an hour before, that her usual uniform had some unsightly tears in the fabric, and she would rather not deal with them getting caught and ripped further.

"Oi, wot the hell are ya doin'?!"

Rolling her eyes, she looked over her shoulder lazily, an amused smirk tugging at her lips. "What, you've never seen someone change before?" Roadhog seemed unperturbed as he continued walking on, cracking his neck loudly as he passed. Pilar watched him closely, frowning slightly as his posture seemed to stiffen when he approached the omnic bull. His hand clenched around his gun, and the lenses of his mask seemed to flash menacingly, as if to provoke Trueno into another battle of strength. The bull could handle his intimidation; he was not quick to anger, and though his gaze followed calmly, his hoof scraped at the ground roughly, as though itching to charge.

Junkrat, however, seemed unbothered by the bull as Pilar stepped into the pair of black pants, pulling them up quickly before casting her gaze back to him. His face was scrunched, and he was sputtering, provoking a laugh from the Spaniard as she watched.

"Oi, don't laugh at me," he growled, eyes narrowing as he thought to approach her, but stayed his ground, hands twitching. "Yer the one who's bein' impractical."

"Please," she responded, rolling her eyes, her amused expression plastered across her face. "I was just changing into something practical. You jerks ripped what I was going to wear." Still in a tank, she searched for the shirt to accompany the pants, black in color to keep her from attracting too much attention, though as she looked at the duo with whom she worked, knew it would be unlikely that she would go unseen.

"Sure, I'm the one paradin' 'round without pants on. Trying to draw more attention to us?"

"Is it working?" she quipped back just as quickly as he had spoken, her brows knitting together, a smug smirk curving her lips. Though she was vaguely aware of the burning sensation around her ears, his awkward sputtering and childish huff gave her a satisfaction that little else could.

After a moment, however, his features grew darker, and he leaned close, nose wrinkled in slight annoyance, though his lips curved into a devious smirk. "Sure is, Caterpillar, now let's get goin' before someone gets on our trail." He straightened, plopping his hand on the top of her head, messing the bun she had just fixed, and she shoved his hand away with a small growl, all the while he cackled.

Grumbling lowly, the burning sensation creeping from her ears to her cheeks, she pulled her shirt over her head, undoing her bun, her hair falling back over her shoulders. Quite aware Trueno was watching her again, her less than pleased expression told him everything he needed to know.

"Do yoυ ѕтιll тнιɴĸ тнιѕ ιѕ α ɢood ιdeα?" he asked softly, though the answer was already evident.

"Que piensas, eh?" she replied, eyes flashing to Trueno's, but then also flickering to the junkers, a slight pout to her lips. "I don't know, Trueno. This could be bad..."

"Tнeɴ we leαve αт ғιrѕт cнαɴce we нαve."

Pilar was not sure how she felt about his statement. It was a dangerous situation all around...what would her mother say of all of this? They had fought so hard to stomp out the bad guys, and here she was, being an accomplice to two of the most dangerous criminals in the world.

She sighed, gaze fixed on the junkers once again, determination fixed on her features, posture resolute.

"We do what we can, and leave. We will endure."