Was it really wise to let two criminals roam her home without supervision? Probably not. Did she care? Not at the moment, no. Pilar was too concerned with cooling herself off with a cold shower and getting into some clean clothes. She hadn't remembered the last time she had showered, but the distinct smell of explosives that had settled in her clothes and skin had to go.

She towel-dried her hair, dressing herself in a pair of oversized sweatpants and a simple tanktop, and Pilar sighed, her dark eyes fluttering about her room. It was a decent size, a large, comfy bed sitting against the opposite wall, the remnants of her outfit strewn pathetically over the blankets on top. Her lips curving in a displeased frown, she tossed her towel over the edge of a chair, reaching for the material, her hand easily fitting through several of the holes along the thighs, acquired thru the explosions she'd been victim to over the course of the last few weeks. It would not be an easy fix, and honestly, Pilar did not have the patience to do so.

"Damn."

Her feet led her back to the entryway of her bedroom, and from the desk near the door, she drew her hairbrush from the surface, running it through her damp hair. Though her situation was far from normal, Pilar still felt far more at ease now that she was under her own roof, and it was almost like any other day as she padded silently down the hall, humming softly to herself. She would have to check on the bulls later; she was sure they were fine, but she loved working with the animals...

CRASH!

Brush clattering to the ground at the mighty clamor, followed by an equally raucous shout, and her heart sank as the tinkling of glass seemed to dance across the floor as she slowly approached the living area. In the doorway, she could see the sparkling pieces of glass littered across the floor, and with a heavy sigh, she stepped over the shards, being careful to not harm herself.

"Joder, what did you two do?" Pilar sighed, following the trail of glass to a pair of mismatched feet, running a hand down her face. She should have expected this; what else would have become of two destructive men, left to their own devices, in a house filled with breakable objects which begged to be touched? Luckily, it was nothing of importance; Pilar had been meaning to get rid of it when she had the chance...but something kept her from throwing out the piece given to her by her father so long ago.

"Oi, it wosn't me!" Junkrat exclaimed, rather defensively, as he jabbed his thumb over his shoulder at Roadhog, whose gaze was fixed on the shattered remains of the figure which had broken. "He wanted t' see it better!"

"It...doesn't matter," she huffed, raising a brow as her gaze flickered to them. "I've been meaning to get rid of it, anyway." She was rather short when she spoke, and as she passed by them, she was vaguely aware of their gazes on her back, but she honestly didn't care at that moment. She was a bit hungry, if truth be told, and she knew exactly what she wanted.

Surprisingly enough, the rest of the house remained untouched; perhaps they had a bit more sense than to carelessly mess with belongings of a woman who let them into her home, despite their history with the law. Still, the more she thought about it...the did come back for her after she ran off in the bank. They had all the opportunity in the world to escape and leave her to the cops, but they came back. Maybe it was something that wasn't to look too deeply into, but she couldn't help but to feel almost touched that they would risk their own imprisonment to make sure she was free as well.

Hell, Pilar was definitely overthinking it. The moment the junkers had their respite, they'd be off, and she would stay home with Trueno and the rest of the bulls, back to her normal life-or so she hoped. Entering the kitchen, the lights flickering on as she passed over the threshold, the woman scoured the cupboards for a pan big enough to suit her appetite. From outside the kitchen, she could hear Junkrat speaking in rushed whispers, and her brows furrowed as she frowned. Eh, it didn't matter.

Gathering all the ingredients needed to cook, she heard a thud outside the living room, followed by an annoyed grunt, and suddenly, both junkers appeared in the doorway, gazes focused on Pilar as she poured enough water and rice in a pot to feed dozens of people, turning on the heat as she began to cook. Both were silent, for once, as they watched, and while Pilar ignored it for the first few minutes, neither had moved, nor spoken, causing confusion to flicker across her face.

"Can I-"

"Ya got somethin' t' clean that mess up?" Junkrat cut her off, and she tilted her head to the side, eyes narrowing suspiciously, as his fingers tapped against the door frame, his gaze shifting from Pilar to the ground and back several times. From a drawer, she retrieved a spoon, adding salt to the rice and stirring it once, before answering him.

"Something to clean?"

"Yeah, yeah," he continued, twitching slightly, as though uncomfortable with asking her. Roadhog gazed at him steadily, his arms crossed over his chest, as though making Junkrat ask. "Th' glass. Ya didn't look too, uh, happy 'bout it."

Well, he wasn't wrong. It might have been a curio that caused Pilar painful memories, but at the same time, she would have preferred to get rid of it in a different way than having it shatter on the ground into a thousand pieces. Her hand, which rested on the counter top, began to tap against the surface, before she nodded her head to the opposite corner of the kitchen, where a broom and pan lay.

"There," she said, somewhat stiffly, watching as the water came slowly to a boil. "But don't worry about that, right now. You guys have to be starving."

It was as though Junkrat had waited for a verbal backlash; his reaction was far from the one Pilar expected, and he almost flinched when she spoke. But a moment later, confusion crossed his features as she put another pan on the stove top, procuring chicken from the refrigerator. Still, both junkers stood in the doorway, looking at each other skeptically, before turning their attention back to Pilar, who had lowered the heat on the stove and procuring some spices and olive oil before opening the chicken.

"Starving?" Though her back was to them at this point, she grinned, almost imagining the continued confusion on Junkrat's features. The chicken was raw, and carefully, she began to chop it into pieces on the cutting board, before glancing over her shoulders, brows raised.

"Yes, starving. I haven't eaten properly in a week and a half, which means you haven't either." She paused, eyes flickering to the pot. "Can you make sure that doesn't boil over? Rice is a bitch to cook sometimes, and I don't want to ruin it."

Both junkers hesitated for a moment, until Roadhog pushed Junkrat through the door, causing the man to trip over his feet with a displeased growl, yet catching himself on the counter. His fingers twitched as he limped to where Pilar had asked; the stove top was on an island in the center of the kitchen, and there was a few feet of space between it and the counter she worked at.

"Think you can manage it without setting it on fire?" she quipped as he brushed past her to stand guard over the rice, resting his arm on the counter as he leaned against it, coming nearly to Pilar's height as he lounged.

"Oi'll have ya know that I'm a damn good cook, thank ya," he boasted, resting a hand matter-of-factly on his chest, bowing his head as though expecting praise.

"I'm sure you are," she replied with a chuckle. Her eyes traveled lazily over to him, his features scrunched in mild annoyance as she did not believe him, only causing her grin to widen further. "I'll believe that when I see it."

She could hear him grumble, but she ignored it; rather, her eyes traveled to Roadhog, who still stood in the doorway-barely fitting-his arms folded menacing over his chest. The back of her neck prickling slightly, he was an imposing figure in her kitchen and altogether out of place.

"Ah...help yourself to whatever you like," she said hesitantly, setting down her knife to wash the raw meat from her hands. "There should be plenty in the fridge..."

While her back was turned to him, Junkrat managed to steal the chicken she was chopping, sneaking it over to the warming skillet. Pilar, who hadn't noticed, fished some chorizo out of a cupboard, tearing the packaging open and chopping it into slices to add to the pan once she finished. Before she could turn to see the chicken clearly not where it would be, Junkrat shifted himself in front of it, hiding it behind him, a smug look spreading across his face.

She met his gaze steadily, eyes narrowed, as she poured the oil into the pan, adding the chopped chorizo a moment later. The sizzling of the meat filled the air, and she could immediately smell the aromas wafting from the pan.

"Watch that," she ordered gruffly, her lip slightly pouted as she traveled toward the fridge, where Roadhog now hovered after she offered him something to snack on. So far, he had yet to appease himself, and as she wrenched the door open, searching for some vegetables and seafood, she could sense him hovering behind her, peering over her shoulder.

"Take anything," she said simply, shrinking slightly under his gaze. Glancing up, he merely watched her, and she turned her attention back to the food within, searching. "There's fruit, veggies, cheese...I think there's a new bucket of ice cream in the freezer..."

That seemed to do the trick. He stiffened behind her the moment 'ice cream' fell from her lips, and Pilar could hardly believe that she hadn't thought of that before. Setting the veggies on the island next to Junkrat, she turned to the freezer, wrenching it open, heaving up a large bucket of ice cream out of it. Roadhog seemed to shiver in anticipation as she handed it to him, and after shutting the freezer, she searched for a spoon for him to eat straight out of the bucket.

Handing him a serving spoon, big enough to suit his tastes, she left Roadhog to his devices as he shifted his mask slightly, beginning to shovel ice cream happily into his mouth. A soft chuckle escaped Pilar as she shook her head, and as she turned her attention back to the skillet, Junkrat was already adding the chopped chicken, sauteing it effortlessly as he added spices here and there. Honestly, she was surprised to see him so focused; his eyes flashed from the meat to the rice, and so surprised she was, she merely moved her vegetables and seafood from one side of the counter to the other, beginning to prepare and chop them to add them to the meat mixture.

How her life had taken an odd turn; on one side, Roadhog held a bucket of ice cream, munching happily, and on the other, Junkrat focused on the food on the stove as Pilar chopped vegetables. Murderers and arsonists, acting normally, in the midst of her kitchen, filled with cooking and ice cream and relaxed vibes.

What the hell.