Though it was imperative that they find somewhere semi-safe to catch their breath, Pilar and Junkrat shuffled off, chests heaving, faces bloody, and muscles sore. Using Relampago as a walking stick, the image of the bladed end sinking into the man's throat was still burned in her mind, and though she knew it was all in self defense, she could not help but to feel a twisting in her stomach, a kind of uneasy nausea that nearly kept her from going on. Her lungs still burned with the smoke from the explosions, and even then, she wondered how much longer it would be until they had the authorities on their tail.

"We need to find the others," she groaned as they rounded a corner, leading into a smaller, more hidden alleyway. He grunted in agreement, though not offering more of a plan to find Roadhog and Trueno, though with the intensity which Pilar's head ached, she was thankful. Travel as she might with him, she was still not quite used to the explosions that would go off at unpredictable times.

Lined with doors that seemed to hold abandoned apartments, Pilar's gaze swept passed a dark and broken window, taking a moment to peer inside the building as best she could. It was a little higher than she anticipated, struggling to see within even on her tiptoes, and after a moment, she gave up, turning to the entrance to the right. The door beside it was bolted shut from the inside, she realized as she struggled to pull it open, and with a sigh, she shook her head, running a hand through her tousled, chocolaty locks.

Junkrat, who had been hovering not far behind, likewise peered into the buildings, having a bit of an easier time looking within than Pilar had. While her gaze flickered at him momentarily, noting the weary expression and the slight smolder to the tips of his hair, she tried several more doors down the way, to see if any of them would allow the pair entrance for a bit of shelter until they could gather their strength to search on. Of course, there was no luck, and Pilar was quite about to give up, until she made to return back, watching in horror as Junkrat's face had split into a wide grin, plastering several bombs against the first door Pilar had tried to open. As if they needed to attract more attention, she was bolting toward him in a matter of seconds, her body colliding hard with his as she knocked the trigger out of his hand. Hoping that she would have kept them both upright, a pegleg did not do well for one's balance, and before she knew it, they were colliding on the ground, Junkrat pinned beneath Pilar as they landed in the dirty alleyway.

Grunting, she positioned herself on top of him more comfortably, her legs aching as she'd pushed them again. God's sake, she'd end up breaking herself one of these days, and yet, as she turned her eyes back to Junkrat, his nose was wrinkled, pouting. Try as she might to suppress a grin, the woman snorted, shaking her head.

"Ya never let me 'ave fun, Caterpillar. We need t' get in, don't we?"

She rolled her eyes, pinching his cheek playfully. "There are other ways than blowing things up, you know," she replied with a slight growl. He raised a brow, a grin spreading across his face, as though amused by what she had just said. "Not everything can be solved with a bomb."

"Sure it can! Ya just gotta believe in it!" he replied, jostling her lightly, gripping her tightly in his arms. Pilar chose to ignore his statement, rather turning to look at the broken window she'd barely been able to see into, minutes before, and her features lit up as an idea suddenly presented to her.

Wriggling from his grip, Pilar hopped up, hands wrapping around his upper arm as she heaved with a grunt, bringing him to his mismatched feet. "Give me a boost, Jamison."

It was the first time she'd used his name, and the flicker of surprise in his eyes did not go unnoticed to Pilar when she met his gaze. His features spread into a big, goofy grin, and pleased as he seemed to be, he made a ridiculous, sweeping bow, bending before her at the waist. Snorting, she licked the tips of her finger, and as he was now on her level, she took the change to extinguish the smolders in his hair that filled the air with a nasty, burning odor.

"As ya wish, Caterpillar," he mused, and shuffling, quietly, closer to the window, he knelt, his eyes flickering from side to side, keeping watch for unwanted company. His fingers tapped against the metal of his mech knee in a quick rhythm, as though waiting to reach for his weapon to defend them both.

Pilar, picking her staff up from the ground, eased toward the entry, tossing it in through the window, hearing it clatter on the tiled floors within. She sincerely hoped it would be suitable, at least for a few hours, and after a moment, she lifted herself onto his knee, grabbing onto his shoulder to steady herself, her free hand reaching for the sill of the window.

Gazing at the end of the alleyway, she swayed on his knee, and quickly, his hand reached for her hip to keep her in place. Standing straight, both arms were on the sill and she heaved herself upward, hissing as she felt broken glass scrape against her arms, yet she ignored it, pulling herself through. From behind her, she could feel Junkrat's hands helping her and keeping her steady, before she fell to the ground, rolling onto her mech shoulder to keep her from further damage.

"Oi, whaddya see?"

Rolling to a sitting position, it took a moment for Pilar's eyes to adjust to the darkness, and her hand fumbling about on the ground, she reached for Relampago, she grasped it in her hand, flipping the switch that would illuminate the end in an electric glow. It wasn't much, but it was enough to find the switch to the light, and not even a moment later, the room was illuminated with a flickering, dying light from the lamps over head.

The room was perfectly square, with three doorways on the opposite wall. One, she could see, was a stairway to the upper levels, and the other two, she could only imagine to a bathroom and a kitchen area. The room itself was bare, save for several, rather large, covered objects. What they were, she could not say without further inspection, and she decided against it. On the left, there was what appeared to be a couch, and to the right, a desk with an old computer monitor, emblazoned with the symbol of Overwatch…what was this place?

"Nothing of use, it seems," she called back, turning to the door, messing with the heavy lock that had kept them from getting in, though the computer still seemed to poke at her mind. With a loud, metallic creak, she pulled the lock from the bolt, and the door swung open, equally as loud. Poking out her head, she saw Junkrat dislodging the bombs he had placed within the wall and doorway, and she reached out, wrapping her hand around his wrist, she tugged him inside, slamming the door shut quickly behind them.

"Can't say I've eva 'ad a girl want me in 'er room so quickly before," he remarked, the sly inflection in his voice having Pilar groan, a rosy blush covering her face before glancing at him from over her shoulder. Of course, her stomach, which had already been rather upset by the murder of the man earlier, did another flip when he spoke, and she suddenly found herself clutching her mouth, her nausea coming back, full force.

Junkrat seemed slightly surprised at her reaction, and his hand wrapped in his hair, tugging lightly, mild concern crossing his features as the color beneath her blush began to fade. "Ya know, ya can just tell me t' shut up. Ya don't need t' pretend it's makin' ya sick."

"It's not that…" she managed, before her stomach gave another lurch, and eyes wide, she began to stumble toward the three doors on the opposite side of the room, pushing in the door on the far right. Thankfully, the room she'd chosen was the correct one, and after a moment, the nausea became overbearing, and she fell to her knees beside the toilet. Junkrat had hobbled after her, and her face had turned rather green as she fumbled with the lid, wrenching it open that she might empty her stomach within.

The chaos that surrounded her, she was head-deep into the bowl before she realized that her hair was pulled back, and Pilar kept heaving, slowly becoming covered in a cold sweat. Had her hands not braced herself against the toilet, they'd likely be shaking, and she was vaguely aware that Junkrat had crouched behind her, confused as hell, yet holding her hair so that it would not be covered in her own vomit. He seemed patient, for once, as she was sick, and he absentmindedly ran his fingers through her locks.

A few minutes passed before she was done, and even then, Pilar did not trust herself to back up without fear of becoming nauseous again. Junkrat had slipped from his crouch to a seated position, his legs on either side of her, and she steadily raised a hand to her lips, wrinkling her nose at the acidic flavor in her mouth. Still, as she took deep breaths, realizing her stomach had settled, she scooted herself backward, still shivering, against his chest.

"I'm…sorry you had to see that," she groaned, shaking her head. Now that it was all over, she was rather cold and embarrassed, and she pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them protectively. "I've…never killed someone like that before. I'm…" She paused, struggling to force the next word out of her mouth. "I murdered him. I'm a murderer." She dreaded to think what her mother might say and brow touched her knees as she struggled to break through the dizziness she now felt.

However, when Junkrat's hands fell on her shoulders suddenly, releasing her hair from his grip, and he shook her, a light giggle escaping his lips. After a moment, she looked over her shoulder, watching him closely, suspiciously, as he continued to chuckle, shaking his head as though what she said was hilarious.

"What's so–"

"Shit, Caterpillar," he laughed, cutting her off with another shake of her shoulders. "Yer not amurderer. Me an' Hog? Yeah, we're killers, but crikey, if ya think yer a murderer, then I don't even wanna know what I am."

Her nose wrinkled and she unwrapped herself from her protective ball, turning to face him, sitting on her knees as her arms folded across her chest. "I am though," she growled, as though his laughter only irritated her more. "I killed a man!"

"Yeah, in self-defense, sheila. There's a bit of a difference, ya know." Her lips had formed a pout as she watched him with narrowed eyes, and he shook his head, touching the end of her nose with a metallic finger. "Ya just threw up in front of me, thinkin' 'bout that killin' ya did. If it was anyone who killed him, it was me. Ya just finished him of so he wouldn't suffer. Ya showed the fuck mercy, which is more than he deserves."

Maybe he did have a point, but Pilar wasn't really feeling up to it to dwell on it further. With a sigh, she teetered forward, slumping against his chest, and though he started, surprised, once again, by her actions, he ruffled her hair fondly, allowing her the comfort she needed.

"Yer alright, kid," he mused, and Junkrat shifted himself slightly so that she might be more comfortable. "Maybe we need a breather, eh? Yer shaken an' it's gettin' dark. We need t' recuperate before we find the big lugs again."

"Yeah," she murmured, her head resting wearily against the crook of his neck. "We need to find food too, I'm starved."

"I'll say," he laughed, shaking her by the shoulder gentle. "We'll scavenge fer somethin' once yer up to it, alright?"

She was silent for a moment, her hand fiddling with the belts around his waist, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. Suddenly warm, Pilar allowed a smile to cross her lips, and she nodded slowly, unconsciously pressing herself closer to him.

"That sounds great."