"Oi...wake up."
Pilar merely grumbled, flopping over onto her stomach, pulling her makeshift blanket over her head. It was early; the sun was barely rising, and she was stiff from the position she had been sleeping in for the past few hours. It had been well into the night before she had gotten any sleep. She and the junkers-or rather, Junkrat-had been trying to figure out their next course of action as Roadhog dozed on and Trueno kept careful watch. They couldn't exactly travel quickly when the police were on their tails, and they had to be careful not to draw too much attention to themselves when doing so.
I think I know of a place we can go.
I ain't goin' t' jail, Caterpillar.
It's...not jail. Trust me.
After several hours, both ended up passing out where they sat, yet Pilar somehow managed to have a blanket wrapped around her when she came to. It had to be the same as the one in the hostel; it was worn and smelled strongly of gunpowder and rather thin, but it worked.
"Fer gods sake, sheila, wake up."
With a strong nudge, Junkrat had Pilar bolting upright, her hands reaching to knock his away, yet in her half-waking state, he'd easily outmaneuvered her, grabbing both her wrists before she could get a hold of him. Truthfully, she was exhausted; the night's events had taken a lot out of her, and staying up as late as they had had taken a toll on her energy. She barely even fought as her wrists remained wrapped in mismatched hands, and unsuccessfully stifling a yawn, she cast her bleary gaze on Junkrat, swaying in her half-slumber.
"Que quieres?" Her words slurred together in sleepy Spanish, eyes barely open, as she leaned forward slowly, unable to keep herself upright. With a grunt, she'd fallen straight over onto him, catching the junker by surprise as she snored on.
"Oi!" He seemed rather flustered as her face seemed to bury into his chest, and his hands twitched, unsure as to where to place them, lest he earn a smack to the face when she woke. "Caterpillar! Wake up, we gotta go! Roadie's waitin'!" With a huff, he took her by the shoulders, lifting her up and off of him, shaking her just enough to wake her again. She shook her head, blinking the sleep out of her eyes, though it was still apparent that she had not entirely awoken quite yet. With a growl, Junkrat leapt to his mismatched feet, bringing her along with him, steadying her wobbly body against his own.
"Oi, Roadie, a lil help?"
Kicking the motorcycle life, he fixed his gaze on Junkrat, shrugging as though he had not heard the other over the roar of the engine. Grumbling under his breath, he turned his gaze from Roadhog to Trueno, the bull watching him carefully, the posture of his omnic body in such a way that he appeared amused, almost daring Junkrat to ask for help. As if.
Pilar finally stirred, waking up fully, though still leaning heavily against Junkrat's side, the man's hands twitching impatiently on her shoulders as he prevented her fall. After a moment, her arms shot upward, her back arching as she groaned, stretching her body out. Her actions surprised him, and he jumped back, partially crouched, waiting for her to fully come to.
Rubbing her eyes, she finally focused on him, confusion crossing her features at the obvious fluster on his, though a moment later, a sly grin tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"I'm up, I'm up," she drolled, tousling her hair, bending to pick up the blanket she'd previously been under. "I didn't expect you to be ready so soon."
"Well," he began, watching her expression carefully, eyes narrowing in suspicion. She was far too smug for being up for less than five minutes. He didn't trust it, and the tapping of his fingers against his hips made his suspicion quite obvious. "I hate waitin', an' we gotta get goin'." He paused, limping forward, his index finger tapping against her brow. "Ya sure this place ain't gonna get us caught?"
Pilar turned to Trueno, hopping up on his back, ushering the bull to approach him slowly. "There's always a chance we'll be found," she said, her lip pouting. "But if you keep away from your explosives for longer than two minutes, we should be fine. Besides, it's not in the city, or anywhere remotely near people." Trueno paused right next to the Junker, and for once, Pilar could face him eye-to-eye, rather than having to look up to meet his gaze. He still watched her skeptically, his nose wrinkled, foot tapping incessantly against the ground, though when her hand pinched his cheek, he jumped at the touch, and Pilar snorted, her tongue sticking out.
"Just don't bother the bulls."