He seems a bit spacey, keeping his eyes on everything but the ground in front of him, which seems like a bad idea for a guy limping around on an unfamiliar prosthetic leg. The balance is a little off, but nothing he can't deal with.

He's far from distracted, though. As soon as Fareeha speaks up, his attention is on her.

"As ready as I'm ever gonna be!" he says cheerfully. The way he's rolling with everything almost makes it seem like he's thrown himself into this blind, caution to the wind, but the truth is he's researched this whole thing extensively and prepared adequately, just like any other heist.

Well, not just like any other heist. There are no explosions involved. Roadhog isn't here.

Fareeha does just fine though.

The clearing is more than official-looking enough to indicate they've come to the right place. Junkrat puts a single magitech peg leg into the circle cautiously, carefully watching if there's any kind of instant reaction, but there's nothing to note. He finishes the step and stands in the middle, holding out a hand to Fareeha if she needs it.

"Alright," he says with a smirk, "let's see what rock'n'roll they've got queued up for us."