Junkrat recounts his interactions with each person.

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 After he and Mako had settled into their new living quarters for the night, Jamison recounted his brief interaction with each and every agent so far.

Earlier...  

"I sincerely hope that you will be cautious when handling your grenades around us." Ol' Angel Wings had told him firmly. It was apparent that he was much taller than her, but she did not falter at the slightest as she levitated above him to declare a more dominant role over him. She had a good heart and an aurora of fierce protectiveness, he knew that from her over-the-top gimmick of a 'guardian angel'. Yet, her appearance and nature hit a bit closer to home for him; Mako could sense his unsteadiness as he placed a large hand on his shoulder. Jamison straightened up, silently glad for Roadie's support as he dismissed her with a simple 'Yeah, whatever.'

The bubbly Brit may have given him an irritating rant when she let them in, but she was enjoyable to a certain extent. From the sight of the bombs that she carried, he was interested, even asking her if he could take a look at them. She simply dismissed him as she led them down the spotless hallway. Junkrat couldn't help but gaze at the structure of the walls to the spotless floors that he trudged on, something that he was never used to, something he didn't think he'd grow used to. Junkrat had spaced out completely on the conversation that the Brit tried to spark up, especially when she went on and on about how 'grateful' and 'excited' she was to have new members to the team.

"It warms my heart to know that there's still good people willin' to do some good." She placed her hand on the odd device that covered her chest, which sparked Jamison's curiosity again, about its purpose. Before he could ask, Tracer stopped walking abruptly and Jamison, who had been walking beside her, stopped to see her eyes closed behind her visor and her bottom lip quivered lightly. She took in a small breath before she found her voice, in the form of a soft whisper. 

"The world really needs more heroes." He noticed that she squinted her closed eyes tighter before she opened her brown eyes entirely behind the orange visor. She gave him and Roadhog, who had also witnessed her odd behavior, a warm yet unconvincing smile before performing her odder trick of vanishing in front of them only to appear farther down the hallway. 

Then there was the midget and his giant armored friend. 

"You must tell me how you assembled your limbs, lad. I'm impressed the Outback still has scraps to make prosthetics out of." The short, long bearded man known as Torbjörn, had told him as he examined his prosthetics and his entire form with a cautious stare. The same was also said from the big, armored bloke known as Reinhardt that stood by Torbjörn. Unfortunately, Junkrat wasn't going to answer their wishes anytime soon as he simply nodded to them. He turned his eyes on the last agent, but he spotted the logo of her uniform first. Vishkar Corporations.

A suit, Junkrat thought in vain as he gave her a fake, suspicious grin. A fancy one from the looks of it. 

He wouldn't lie, just like any other man wouldn't, she had a pretty, symmetrical face and a voluptuous figure, from her long neck to her unblemished, toned legs, but that was it. Nothing out of the ordinary; nothing seemed special about her, just like all the other female suits that he had the misfortune to encounter. Like the others, this woman was just another pretty, pampered, and most likely snobby elite, representing another company that he despised. 

"And what's ya name, Sheila?", he asked as he reached out his real hand to her. He spotted the small wrinkle that formed between her eyebrows as she motioned his hand away from her direction.

He was right on the snobby part.

 She deeply sighed as she stood up from her seat, walking towards him and the others with calculated, graceful steps. He nearly laughed at this, but he let out a small giggle instead. She noticed this, causing her frown to deepen as she stopped right in front of him. "You will simply refer to me by my moniker, Symmetra.", she stated with a leveled tone, her thick accent accompanying her calm demeanor. She glanced at the others. "The same goes for the rest of you." She glanced at the Brit, still showcasing that merciless frown. "It is alright if you did not know from the start, Lena."

He snorted at her. 

"A mysterious suit, eh? Now I'm bored shitless."

She snapped her head back at him as quick as a snake would strike. "Excuse me?", she asked, her tone turned cold. She narrowed her eyes behind her light blue visor as she stared at him with a deadly glare. Jamison, however, was completely amused at her reaction as he continued on with a nasty grin on his face. 

"From the looks of ya, you're workin' for some fancy, stuck up company, love. Thinkin' you're all high 'n mighty in your fancy getup 'n gadgets. Ya come here just to be a bloody knocker? Or ya here to muster us 'fore ya gun us down with that weird lookin' gun?", he finished, pointing at the weapon attached to her hip. She did not follow the direction of his finger; her eyes never left his face. Yet, when he pointed, he noticed her artificial and real hands ball up into tight fists.

She only broke the intense eye contact when she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before opening her eyes again. They were calm and patient much to Junkrat's disappointment. Her small piece of anger that showed a few moments ago were amusing to him for a female suit. From past experiences, it was a laborious yet fun task to get the female suits to snap, but this one before him didn't make him have to work for too long. Now, that anger had diminished, but it was fun while it lasted.

 "I do not understand your improper language that you seem to be accustomed with, but I do know this: your accusations of a Vishkar architech being a simpleminded and senseless mercenary are false." She took the moment to give him a quick glance of his entire form, before she scoffed lightly. "The position of a simpleminded and senseless mercenary fits you much better, Junkrat."

Junkrat smirked at her. "Typical suit; tryin' to sound like the good guy in every situation when it's obvious that you mob gotta cause a bit of chaos to build your fancy 'n shiny buildings." He waved her away as he turned away from her scowl to speak with Winston, who along with everyone else, had decided to not interfere. "So, about our deal?", he asked, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.  While Winston spoke with a nervous tone, Junkrat caught the female suit's retreating form from the corner of his eye. 

He smirked as he leaned towards Roadhog as he continued to watch her from the corner of his eye.

"Thought she'd have a tougher skin on 'er. All of 'em suits do.", he chuckled as he crossed his arms over his chest, seeming not too concerned about the harness of grenades.

"Not funny, Jamison.", Roadhog grumbled low for Junkrat to only hear. Jamison looked at Mako with genuine shock before fixing him with a glare. "So, you're stickin' up for a suit now, eh?"

"Didn't have to be a complete arse towards 'er. Just said to call 'er by 'er moniker." He looked down at Jamison behind his mask, but Junkrat knew that he was glaring at him. Thank God for the mask, he thought as he slightly squirmed under his stare before turning away from him. He looked back up at him with a glare.

"Don't forget what happened last time, Roadie. You of all people know how I feel about 'em. Hate 'em." Junkrat turned to Winston as he spaced out. He could always get Roadhog to tell him everything later.