Yeah, right. Like you have any bloody clue. --oi, easy on the merchandise! [He smacks at that big hand, but he'll easy get comfortable on his new perch. Better than trying and failing to walk, at any rate.]

So. That place. [He jerks his chin roughly towards the lights, his eyes bright with interest.] Think they got stuff worth stealing? --Oi, where's your gun?! [Both of them were without weapons? Junkrat groaned audibly, throwing himself backwards as if to flop over--only to screech and flail for balance before he fell right off of Hog and smacked into the sand again.]

[With a huff, he sat up and shook himself, spraying sand every which way.] Ugh. This is the worst.