After a breathy laugh, he finally bends down and gently lets Fareeha back down on her feet. What--what are they supposed to do now? After a moment like that, it feels wrong for everything to come to an abrupt halt, and Junkrat feels like there's something else to chase down here, even though he hasn't the slightest idea what it could be. Black-painted fingertips still linger on her upper arm, not quite in grasp, not quite ready to break the contact.

"Reckon..."

The silence feels deafening in comparison to the music. What do people usually do after dancing? What do people usually do here?

"...I could go for a swim now, yeah. You comin'?"

Yes yes yes yes please say yes.