There's no sign of him coming back after she calls out to him. In fact, he's gone for several minutes, maybe even close to two hours -- but an hour in, the rain lets up, ever so slightly. It's less of a torrential downpour and more of a consistent pattering. Having an arduous task of wandering and searching for adequate wood in a rainstorm is enough to cool Junkrat down and get his mind cleared. Well, as clear as it can be.

He comes back, eventually, carrying a bundle of dead, wet wood that seems absolutely overkill to get them through the night - but by the time they're stripped down to their dry cores, it might be just enough. He says nothing as he ducks into their shelter, plopping the wet wood down on the ground and finding a decent clearing next to them so he can start the task of whittling the first few chunks down so they can at least get it started.

Junkrat is uncharacteristically quiet while working, and doesn't attempt to look at Fareeha at all -- as if she's not even there.