"...in a bad place?"

Roadhog did not answer her, merely nodding, as he turned his attention back to the flames before him, and Pilar, gathering her box, turned her gaze back to Junkrat, who was now leaning against a broken wall, his metal arm tap-tap-tapping against the stone, as though filling the silence with noise. She felt apprehension settle in her stomach, and couldn't help but wonder if he was...alright? She'd not seen him act like this, something must have been wrong.

As she slowly approached, what she heard as grumbling before now had turned into laughter, somewhat hysterical, somewhat pained, and while her feet brought her silently nearer to him, he had hunched, his hands over his head, the laughter far from subsiding. Biting her lip, she cleared her throat, her mechanical arm reaching forward, touching his back lightly, as though to distract him from his own mind.

It seemed to work; suddenly, the laughter stopped, though his head turned quickly to shoot his gaze over his shoulder, yellow eyes fixing on Pilar suspiciously. From her face to her hand his gaze flickered, and his lips form an almost sort of pout when he turned away for a moment.

"Th' fuck ya want, eh?" he grumbled as he leaned his weight against the crumbling walls, arms folded across his chest. Pilar drew back her hand for a moment, taking time to step around him to see him face-to-face, her brows knitted together at the less than tactful greeting.

"Just sit down," she returned, eyes flashing dangerously. "You're still bleeding, and if we don't get those cleaned up a bit, you'll be missing more than just an arm and a leg."

"Tch." He didn't seem moved by what Pilar said, and though he seemed mildly disinterested, his hands twitched, and he chewed his tongue subconsciously, eyes flashing about quickly.

Unwilling to deal with his stubbornness, Pilar tugged on his arm, pulling him forward suddenly, and he grunted as she pushed him into a sitting position on a pile of rubble behind him. He'd barely had a moment to speak when her hands were on his face, keeping his head in place, as she finally got to business. Her finger gingerly ran along the gash on his forehead, above his right brow, and her eyes narrowed as she inspected it closely. She could hear his foot tapping anxiously against the ground, and the fingers of his mech arm clicked against rock impatiently.

Though tense just moments before, Pilar's shoulders relaxed; it was clear in his stiffened body language that Junkrat was not comfortable. His yellow eyes flashed about, though every now and then, they hovered on her face, curious, before darting away the moment her dark eyes met his. His jaw would clench and unclench, and his shoulders were hunched almost protectively-there, she saw another few injuries-her gentle touch was obviously not something he was used to.

She drew away for a moment, reaching for an antiseptic; though her eyes focused on the supplies, she watched from the corner of her eye as he reached to his brow, touching the wound, shrugging without worry when he saw blood on his fingers.

"You don't get fixed up all that often, do you?"

He had not been aware that she observed, and his gaze flashed to the Spaniard, who wiped her hands as clean as she could, leaning her weight on one foot. His features still seemed to twitch, and though Pilar readied the cloth with which she would fix him, she hesitated, as though waiting for permission to touch him again.

"Ya haven't been out much, have ya, sheila?" His voice was quiet, and a brow twitched as it raised, and he straightened up, his back making several audible crack which Pilar could hear, several feet away. Her brows furrowed in mild concern and a dark grin flashed across his lips before beckoning her nearer.

"I take that as a no," he continued, holding still though his foot still tapped and his fingers still twitched. "Do what yer gonna do, Caterpillar, I ain't gonna bite ya."

For some reason, she did not completely believe him, but regardless, she shrugged, approaching the wounded junker, resting her hand under his chin lightly. She saw his eye twitch, but began to clean our the cut on his forehead, hearing the hiss escape his lips as the wound burned, though a moment later, her chuckled darkly.

"Why are ya doin' this, eh?" he asked, eyes flickering upward. Pilar made a point to keep her gaze fixed on the gash, but despite it, she was very aware of the pair of yellow eyes fixed on her.

She frowned, allowing herself a glance, her nose wrinkling at his smug features. With a huff, she applied just enough pressure to the cut to cause him to hiss again, before drawing the cloth away again, eyes flashing.

"You blew up your tire just to get me out of there. I owe you something." After the wound was cleaned, she took a closer look; it didn't appear to need any covering-it was smaller, shallow, and would likely heal quickly in the open. It was the slices on his shoulders and chest that she would have to worry about more.

"I'd say so," he grinned, earning him a swift punch to the shoulder and an exasperated huff, and he could only cackle wildly when Pilar's arms folded, her brows knitting together dangerously.

"If you don't shut up, I'm going to add to your shit, Junkrat," she growled, eyes flashing, though as she watched him clutch his stomach in mirth, his subsiding giggles only caused the corners of her mouth to twitch into a half smile. He'd calmed just enough to catch a glimpse, and he could only lunge forward a point, as though having found a needle in a haystack.

"I saw that!"

"You saw nothing!" In a failed attempt to hide her face, she turned quickly, nearly tripping over her own feet, to search for another clean rag, and though she stumbled, he managed to shoot out a hand, wrapping it around her wrist to prevent her fall.

"Oi, careful!" he exclaimed between wheezing chuckles, and he steadied her enough for her to find her footing, a brow raising as she glanced at him.

"Ah...gracias," she grumbled, a dull flush coloring her features. "I guess I owe you another, eh?"

He waved a hand before gesturing to the cut just below his collarbone, shrugging nonchalantly. "Just finish me up, and I'll call it even, Caterpillar." He flashed a smug grin at her, causing her to narrow her eyes, but after clearing her throat-a burning at the tips of her ears becoming too obvious.

"Just...sit down, and sit still."

Sliding onto the rubble beside him, her nose wrinkled, and she avoided his gaze as she worked. Those his hand seemed to tap beside her-the clacking of the metal on rock keeping her oddly focused-he was rather cooperative, and soon she had the cuts scattered about his torso cleaned up relatively well. Still, even as she began covering the gash below his collarbone, her eyes flickered up to his face, watching him carefully as he glanced partially at Roadhog over his shoulder.

"Oi! She fixed you up first? The hell?!"

"Shut up, Jamison."

Pilar made a sound of interest whens he heard Roadhog speak, and her eyes fixed on Junkrat's when he heard her, his brows knitting together. Her lips curved into a grin, and her hand pressed against the bandage on his chest, fingers drumming lightly against his skin.

"Jamison, eh?"

"Yeah, that's me name, gotta problem with it?" he asked, his eyes narrowing now. "At least it don't sound like a bug, Caterpillar."

"I never said there was anything wrong with it," she sniffed in mock indignation. "Just interesting to hear, is all." She grinned innocently, before reaching to her bandages again, ready to fix the rest of his wounds.

"If you want to know," she continued, changing the subject. "Roadhog wanted me to check upon you after I fixed him up...said you were going to a-"

"Bad place, did 'e?" he finished and caught her eye just as she nodded. Huffing, he shrugged, accidentally causing her to smear his blood from his shoulder and over his chest, though neither of them seemed bothered by the fact. Rather, Pilar was watching him in interested as her hand fumbled to clean up the blood again, and a laugh escaped him, his hand running along his head.

"The Outback," he began, tilting his head back for Pilar to have a better view. "Messes with ya, if ya ain't careful. Th' radiation screwed with me 'ead. I laugh a lot, fer no fuckin' reason, sometimes. Yer lucky ya ain't been; who knows what it woulda done t' you." He huffed, shaking his head, and Pilar swore she saw a few, blonde strands fall from his already thinning locks.

She was silent for a moment, before her eyes turned back to his shoulder as she wrapped the cut, chewing on her tongue in thought.

"You're right," she finally said, causing him to glance at her in question. Her eyes flickered back to his for a moment, a slight smile curving her lips. "I haven't been out of Spain except for a few times."

"Heh. Knew it. Ya've got that smell about ya."

"And you've got that 'I'm always getting into trouble' kind of smell about you," she replied, earning her a chuckle. "But it works, I suppose."

"It got ya outta there in one piece, eh, sheila?"

She paused, her work finished, and glanced up at him, raising a brow. "It did. And I guess, I should thank you for that. Unorthodox, but it worked."

"Damn right it did," he replied, nudging her with his elbow. "And now, yer runnin' with the big boys."