He's quite all right with the touch, a bit surprised that she'd be the one to initiate it but he rolls with it well enough, giving her a little squeeze. Junkrat starts off in a particular direction, taking a few steps before suddenly halting mid-step and changing directions.

Neither of them really need to be in the public eye right now. Instead, he'll lead her back to their room, where they can order in all the food and drinks they want within the relative security of a place designated as being exclusively theirs for the time being.

"Change of plans," is all he offers as explanation. Hopefully she catches on fast enough.

When they get back, he gets something that is basically this world's equivalent of a mango daiquiri and some kinda popcorn-like stuff. He assumes, perhaps errantly, that Fareeha is going to want to be alone, so he's quick to claim the pool for himself by stripping down to the buff - including both the ritual clothes and his holo-disguise - and sinking himself into hot, petal-littered water.

HIs elbows rest on the edge of the pool, back facing the center of it, as he nurses both the cold drink and his snack, occasionally holding the cold drink to his eyes and cheek. They're still sore from the crying.