With a loud snort, Junkrat jostled himself awake, his eyes blinking blearily as he adjusted to his surroundings. Roadhog was already up; the blanket he had been under was neatly folded where he had slept, his pillows placed atop it, and though his heavy boots still lay nearby, the rustling in the kitchen told Junkrat exactly where he would find his cohort.

Rising with a yawn and a loud crack of his back, Junkrat tousled his hair messily, several strands of blonde locks falling to his shoulders as he hopped up. His fingers tapped anxiously at his side as he limped forward; their location, though belonging to Pilar, was still unfamiliar to him, and though she had made them feel as welcome as she could have, given her circumstances, waking up in confusion in a strange place...well, it didn't settle well in his mind.

He bounded toward the kitchen quickly, his eyes narrowing slightly as the clanging within became evident the closer he got. Poking his head around the corner, Roadhog was searching through the cupboard-for what he looked for, Junkrat couldn't tell-but as his own stomach rumbled loudly, he could only help himself to whatever she had in the kitchen.

"Mornin', Roadie," he called, and Roadhog only grunted in greeting, continuing to peruse through the cupboards until he found something suitable for breakfast. Junkrat huffed, shaking his head as he bounded toward the refrigerator, wrenching the door open, shivering as the coolness hit his chest. Yellow eyes scanned for anything of interest; he wasn't much impressed with anything he did see, though the rack of rips that sat, chilling, on the top shelf did give him an idea.

"Oi, ya think she has a grill somewhere?" he called as he wrenched the rack from its place, slinging it over his shoulder. "An where are her spices? I gotta-"

His words stopped short when he glanced out the sliding door nonchalantly, eyes fixed on a girl and he bull, running about a field, laughing like children playing a game of tag. Unconsciously, he heaved the slab of meat from his shoulder and plopped it on the counter beside him, watching with narrowed eyes, an almost confused expression on his face.

"Wot's she doin'?"

Roadhog turned, accidentally bashing his head on a light fixture above him, growling as his hand clasped it, but Junkrat seemed not to notice. His eyes were glued to the woman running about, and the moment she came to a halt next to her bull, he noticed her frown and flicker to the window, causing him to jolt backward, right into Hog's large belly.

"Wot?! I ain't watchin'!" he exclaimed, though when he cast his shifty gaze to Roadhog and he crossed his arms...

"...bullshit." His head nodded back to the sliding doors, and Junkrat, twitching, followed his gaze, watching as Pilar wrapped her arms around the bull's head, hugging him tightly. Leaning forward, he rested his arm on the door frame, his mech leg crossing over his other, and the fingers of his free hand tapping incessantly against his hip. His brows twitched as he watched them talk, clearly seriously, and he could not help but to feel a tad of anger as she showed the damned omnic affection.

"Why does she like that thing?" he growled, gesturing before him angrily, almost in frustration. "It's cold an' unfeelin' and it can't be trusted, Hog, and she's all over it!" She did look happy, as their conversation seemed to take a lighter note, and his nose wrinkled, watching as the bull chased Pilar about-he could almost hear her laughter through the sliding doors.

"I mean, look at it!" he continued, glancing at Roadhog, who now stood beside him, gazing outdoors. "She's so happy and bouncin' around like she doesn't know wot it's capable of!" He paused, grumbling, as his eyes continued to follow her every move, vaguely aware of the burning sensation on the tips of his ears and nose. "I mean, she has us, don't she? Why hang on that thing when she could hang on you or me, eh?"

Roadhog merely groaned, smacking Junkrat upside the head as he shuffled away, going back to his search of breakfast, and Junkrat stuck his tongue out at his partner, shaking his head and ruffling his hair. He seemed exasperated with the younger man, and at this point, he didn't care what Junkrat said, and was content to let him keep rambling about Pilar.

"She's got skill! She's pretty crafty-she could really help us, don't ya think? She should come with us, I hope she does! She seemed confused when I said she'd come along...why do ya think that wos?" Roadhog groaned again, throwing a pan in Junkrat's direction, enough to make an impact, but light enough not to hurt him, and he yelped, flipping him off angrily.

However, a moment later, he'd forgotten exactly what it was that he was angry about as he looked out the doorway again, rubbing the back of his head. However, as his eyes came into focus, watching as Pilar seemed to grow nearer with every moment that passed, he stumbled backward when the door slid open.

Though he almost lost his balance, Pilar was quick to run to his aid, wrapping her hands around his and pulling him toward her. For a moment, it seemed like he would fall over onto her, but luckily, she was able to keep him from falling, placing her hands on his chest.

"Oi! What d'ya thi-"

"I'm coming with you!" She had not given him time to finish his question; her features had grown bright, her skin taking on a rosy hue as she seemed to bounce happily before him. "I'm coming with you." Her hands still resting on him was becoming strikingly obvious to Junkrat, and he glanced at Roadhog, who pointedly ignored him, leaving he and Pilar to their own devices.

"We can stay here a few more days-but by the time the end of the week rolls around, we'll need to leave," Pilar continued, her features glowing happily. After a moment, however, she realized that her hands were still on his chest, and clearing her throat awkwardly, she took a step back, her hand running through her dark hair. "I figure, we can get a few more days of relaxation in before heading straight into the chaos again..." Her eyes flashed away from him and to Roadhog, focusing on him, rather than the burning feeling on her face that his stare provoked.

Junkrat leaned heavily against the island in the kitchen, his hand reaching to rub the back of his head, a sly grin spreading slowly across his features. He hunched over, brushing his finger over the tip of her nose, drawing her gaze back. Her eyes steadily locked on his, the rosiness of her face obvious to anyone who looked upon her.

"Told ya ya'd be comin' back fer more."