[limbs. but the leg (and accompanying crutch) are of far more concern, considering previously he'd neither had an arm prosthetic nor wanted one.]
[he turns to face Junkrat, then tenses, ready to fight if he has to, but-- oh. the other guy's missing limbs, too, so it'd actually be something of a fair fight. Kaz looks him up and down. the other guy's got the look of a merc about him, but he doesn't seem to want to fight right now. that's good. so Kaz pulls himself up to a sitting position and tries to adjust his aviators--]
[--which are broken, he realizes with a flash of annoyance--]
[--so instead he takes them off and puts them in a pocket of his soaked trenchcoat, looking at Junkrat with clouded-over eyes reminiscent of cataracts. ]
How do you know it's junkers if you didn't see who did it?
[he is, for once, not being an asshole. it's an entirely serious question. because if the other guy has any answers to how they ended up in this situation, he'd sure like to hear them.]
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limbs. but the leg (and accompanying crutch) are of far more concern, considering previously he'd neither had an arm prosthetic nor wanted one.][he turns to face Junkrat, then tenses, ready to fight if he has to, but-- oh. the other guy's missing limbs, too, so it'd actually be something of a fair fight. Kaz looks him up and down. the other guy's got the look of a merc about him, but he doesn't seem to want to fight right now. that's good. so Kaz pulls himself up to a sitting position and tries to adjust his aviators--]
[--which are broken, he realizes with a flash of annoyance--]
[--so instead he takes them off and puts them in a pocket of his soaked trenchcoat, looking at Junkrat with clouded-over eyes reminiscent of cataracts. ]
How do you know it's junkers if you didn't see who did it?
[he is, for once, not being an asshole. it's an entirely serious question. because if the other guy has any answers to how they ended up in this situation, he'd sure like to hear them.]