"She awake?"
"Heh."
"C'mon Roadie, yer not makin' this any easier. Is she? Well-wait, why are ya lookin' at me that...ME wake her up? Yer jokin', right? She's got cold hands."
Pilar stirred, her back stiff after laying against Trueno's side, the bull's whip-like tail curled around her protectively. Rolling her shoulders, her eyes fluttered open, just in time to see Roadhog smacking Junkrat upside the head, the latter hissing as he scooted away, his nose wrinkled in distaste at the hulking man. Pilar snorted; it was good to see that she wouldn't be the only one giving him shit, and she wasn't about to stop anytime soon.
Her laughter had golden eyes flashing toward her, and after a moment, a dangerous grin spread across his face, and Junkrat rose, hobbling toward her, his pegged leg thunking loudly against the tiled hostel floor. Sitting up straight, Pilar seemed to take a more defensive posture, and though she appeared on edge, she did not want to give them reason to harm her, again.
"Mornin', sheila," he taunted, hovering before her, careful to keep out of her reach...for the moment. Pilar's expression remained neutral, almost calm, as he jeered before her, and her eyes fixed on his, a single brow raising, even as he knelt. His left knee touched the ground, his right arm slung over his other leg, fingers tapping against the metal that housed his stump, the metallic pinging causing Pilar's eye to twitch in annoyance. She, too, could play this game; her right hand rested on Trueno's foreleg, and in the same manner, her fingers tapped, metal on metal creating a distinctive sound in the air. Junkrat's eyes flickered briefly to her hand, but seconds later where back on her face, an amused grin spread across his face.
"Ya ready t' keep up yer end of the bargain, Caterpillar?" he asked, flicking an eyebrow smugly. From his pocket he drew forth what looked like floorplans of a very important building, and laid it on the floor before her, inviting her to look. Though she eyed him skeptically, his smug grin rather unnerving, she leaned forward, sliding the paper toward her, eyes scanning.
It was covered in well-done drawings of bombs, arrows, and plans of attack. By the floorplan alone, it was not a structure Pilar recognized, but the caption on the top right caught her eye, and as she read, dread seemed to settle in the pit of her stomach.
"El Banco de España? Eres tonto?" Her surprise was evident, and when her gaze flashed back to Junkrat, his smugness had only grown. Leaning forward, his metallic index finger tapped the center of the map, before he drew an imaginary line to where, Pilar could only guess, the main vault was.
"That's right," he replied, though her Spanish flew directly over his head. As far as he could gather, she had said 'bank' and 'Spain' and that was good enough for him. "Yer Spanish bank's got a few pretty pennies me an' Hog wanna get our hands on...figured a lil' Spanish chica could help us get in." Her horrified expression triggered a cackle from him, and her lip curled as she pulled away from him.
"So you want me to pay you back by helping you rob the bank of my country," she hissed, her eyes glancing back to the floorplan. "Pay you back on a bargain we never shook on."
"Fine, fine," he assured, raising his hands, though the glint in his eye had Pilar thinking otherwise. Slowly, he leaned forward, offering his right hand, mechanical, just as her own. "T' pay me an' Hog back fer savin' yer life, yer gonna help us rob the bank."
"And," Pilar added, slowly reaching her own robotic limb towards his, "the moment we're out, successful or not, I have paid you back. Risking my life for some gold is not something I intend to get myself killed over."
Though his eyes narrowed slightly, he nodded, and slowly, Pilar reached out, clasping his hand firmly with hers. She shook once, but not before tugging on his hand, causing him to stumble forward, just enough that her lips hovered inches from his ear, her voice a low growl as she spoke.
"The minute you try to keep me longer than needed, I won't hesitate to attack." Though try as she might to be threatening, the chuckle that resonated in his throat had her believing that her words were as intimidating as a butterfly. Her jaw clenched as she breathed in the smell of burning hair, and backing away slowly, she had every mind to knock him over-which was about all she could do-but even as she began to release his hand, he tightened his grip, this time pulling her closer, causing her to stumble over.
"Don't you worry, Caterpillar," he chuckled darkly, watching her closely as she struggled to regain her composure. She pushed away, her eyes fixing on his, all too aware of the smirk he wore. "You'll get were ya need to be in the end."
She did not quite believe him, but his smile turned from menacing to joyful in the blink of an eye, and confusion spread across her features as she gave him slight nod.
"Great!" he exclaimed, causing Pilar to start, surprised that his animosity seemed to vanish. He sprung to his feet, leaving his floorplan with Pilar, bounding over to Roadhog like a child awaiting a treat. "Lookie here, Roadie," he said, throwing himself across his lap dramatically, eyes flashing toward Pilar, who still was utterly bewildered. "She's not gonna cause us any problems...an' you thought this was a bad idea."
Though she could not see his face, from what Pilar could tell, Roadhog was unimpressed with his crony's actions. Rather than acknowledge him, the giant merely stood, knocking Junkrat to the ground, the latter falling in a heap of tangled limbs. Pilar snorted, quite amused by what she saw, and though it was short lived, it was nice to get a laugh in, at least this once. Aware that they had both glanced her way, Roadhog merely crossed his arms, grunting from behind his mask. Junkrat, on the other hand, laid on his back, looking at Pilar, upside-down, cracking a grin.
"Looks like ya got a sense of humor after all, eh?" he jested, quirking his brows. "Yer not all 'Angry Spanish Lady' all the time, are ya?"
She frowned, earning a displeased noise from Junkrat, but she kept her eyes on him, regardless. After a moment, he rolled onto his side, arm draped lazily over him, fingers drumming lazily on the ground.
"C'mon, Caterpillar, you won't regret this. We won't get caught."
"Says you," she replied with a raise of her eyebrow. "When do you plan on pulling this shit off anyway? I'd prefer not to be stuck in the hostel for much longer, if I can help it."
"Don't you worry yer ass, sheila. We've got the opportunity tomorrow night."