Thanks, mate. M'parched. [He'll happily accept the bottle, chugging the contents without hesitation until he's drained the thing dry. Rasping happily when he's finished, he'll drop the bottle without much ceremony, already having forgotten it.]

Vandare, eh? Never heard of it. [He waves his hand dismissively, not concerned.] Not to worry! Do a pretty bang up job of patchin' meself up as it is! Won't say no to some help though. [Because a crutch could be useful for moving and for hitting people. Brilliant.]

The name's Junkrat. Pleasure!