The sudden didgeridoo nearly causes her to jump out of her skin, making a quick - instinctual glance at her six before settling down with the realization that the music has started. She catches Junkrat's embarrassment and gives him a quizzical little frown in return. She does not, however, speak, as it feels that would be disrespectful to the stones that are crafting this masterpiece specifically for the both of them.

Masterpiece, of course, open to interpretation. The melody that finally lays itself over the rhythmic drone could have come straight out of the pyramids themselves; lilting and worlds away from Australia, but complimenting it in an odd sort of way. It's a strong melody, definitive and driving, but here and there it slides into something more melancholic and, at times, fully dissonant.