For the better part of an hour, Pilar focused all her attention on Trueno, from repairing his broken horn, to trying to smooth over the busted metal on the side of his body. While the first was an easy fix, the dents were not so much, and it looked like, for the moment, the bull would have a less than pristine appearance for the time being.

Better to fit in with these idiots, I suppose.

Her hand sliding open his reboot panel, Pilar entered the numbers needed to reactivate Trueno, and though for several minutes they sat in silence, the dull sound of his body starting up alerted her that he would soon be active again. Though it made her happy, she could hear hissing murmurs from behind; the moment she had begun her work on Trueno, Junkrat seemed to slither away, watching from a distance as she worked away on her partner.

"Why are ya fixin' that thing up?" he asked as Trueno's head slowly raised, his eyes glowing a pale blue as he began to gain control of his body. "Fuckin' omnics ain't good for shit. Ya should see what they did to my home."

Pilar sighed. She knew this would only be the beginning of their feuding; Pilar had no intentions of leaving Trueno behind; the animosity toward omnics was great in the world, but for a good reason. She did not dismiss the fears of others-the crisis had taken so much of the world away from a great number of people. But she had not experienced it firsthand, and because of that, she seemed to hold omnics in higher esteem than others.

"Trueno is charged with protecting me from the likes of you," Pilar hissed, glaring at him from over her shoulder. He wore a deep frown, his eyebrow twitching in slight annoyance at her tone of voice. Pilar grinned smugly, pleased with his reaction, and turned away, coming face-to-face with Trueno, the bull nuzzling her face, almost in a cat-like way. "How are you feeling, eh?"

"Beттer тнαɴ вeғore," he answered, his voice sounding rough, even with his robotic edge. "Lυcĸy, I ѕυppoѕe, тнαт I do ɴoт ғeel αѕ yoυ нυмαɴѕ do." From behind Pilar, Junkrat grunted as he stood, limping toward the pair, and Pilar's expression darkened, her lip pouting as she felt him hover behind her.

"Yer damn right yer lucky," he growled, eyes narrowed as the bull lifted his head, glowing eyes flashing red for a brief moment. "I'd have sold you fer scrap metal, but I don't think Caterpillar here would've appreciated it."

"I'm touched that you actually thought about me, rather than go ahead and blow him up," Pilar huffed, nose wrinkling. She lifted her head, glancing straight up as she smelled charred hair, and Junkrat hovered above her, slightly hunched as he glared angrily at Trueno. With a sigh, she hopped up, turning on her heel as she pushed heavily against him, forcing him backwards.

"Oi, you've got cold hands!" he exclaimed, but that only gave her reason to push more. A grin lifted her lips and she gave one final heave before drawing her hands back, resting them on her hips.

"Alright, amigo," she growled, raising her brows, poking him in the chest. "If you really want me to 'repay my debt,' or whatever the hell all of this is, you don't touch Trueno. I don't care how much you hate him; you want my skills, you get his as well."

Clearly unimpressed, Junkrat's eyes flashed to Roadhog, who stood, half hidden in shadows, an imposing figure to Pilar, though the Spaniard hardly had the patience to care at the moment. Though Roadhog offered no assistance-as though the entire situation was Junkrat's idea to begin with-it did not stop him from crossing his arms in a threatening manner.

"Listen 'ere, sheila," Junkrat hissed, crouching to better get on Pilar's level. He was not afraid to get into her personal space, and as he shoved his face directly into hers, she did not back down. Dark brown eyes bore into burning yellow ones, and her hands were placed firmly on her hips, even as he poked her forehead roughly.

"Yer not gonna order me around," he continued, eyes narrowing, huffing sharply. "Ya owe me, Cat-er-pil-lar."

Mildly annoyed that he had poked her once again, she reached out quickly, snatching his wrist within her hand, fingers gripping tightly around him. "You didn't have to do anything," she growled in return, anger flaring. "You did it to cover your own culo, hombre. Had you let me go, you might have been behind bars now. Don't think you're all high and mighty, now. I could be as good as dead, or in the wrong hands. You don't have me fooled, Junkrat."

He was not pleased with her words, and rather than continue his angered rant, he huffed, stalking off, his hand absentmindedly reached for his hair, tugging on the remaining blonde locks. She watched him go, her arms crossing over her chest, noting exactly how he reacted. Hearing him muttering under his breath, Pilar did not relax her posture until she was certain he was out of sight and earshot, and only then did her shoulders fall.

But then again, she was still with Roadhog, and his hidden gaze had not left her the entire time. A silent threat, he was, and even as she showed her vulnerability, he merely watched, as though waiting for her to strike. But she didn't, she wouldn't. She was vaguely aware of the dull throbbing in her stomach area, and uncaring of whether he watched or not, she raised her shirt, groaning. Across the length of her stomach, there was a nasty looking, purply-black bruise, and even the most ginger of touches on it had her hissing in displeasure.

"Pıʟαя, cσмε яεƨт," Trueno said, his gaze fixed on Roadhog, his tail flicking about like an agitated cat. "Wσяячıпɢ αвσυт мε шıʟʟ пσт нεʟρ чσυ нεαʟ, αпɔ пεıтнεя шıʟʟ αяɢυıпɢ шıтн нıм." Though she did not want to relent to him, Pilar knew that Trueno was right, and with a sigh, she slouched toward him, slipping to the ground, leaning against his broad side. Her hand traveled to the gash on her face; taped up as it was would not allow it to heal properly, but in the company of two, world-famous arsonists, she was not surprised that it was mended in such a way.

"Do you have any sort of sanitizers?" she asked vaguely, picking at the tape. "Or do I have to find that myself?" Roadhog merely grunted, inclining his head to notify her that he had heard her, but backed away, following his cohort out the door. Pilar rolled her eyes, pouting slightly as she rested her head against Trueno's side.

"What are we going to do, Trueno?" she asked softly, hugging herself. "We're a bit stuck."

"Wнαтενεя шε cαп, Pıʟαя," he replied. "Wε'яε ıп пσ εαƨч ƨıтυαтıσп, вυт шε шıʟʟ ʟεανε тнε ғıяƨт cнαпcε шε нανε."

She did not seem convinced, but she was in no mood to carry on the conversation. Her lungs still burned from whatever it was she had inhaled before coming here, and the dull ache on her face and stomach annoyed her. Running a hand over her brow, she closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh.

"I hope you're right, Trueno."