"Still carved yer own path," he says in agreement, backing up against his own side of the tub and pulling back his elbows to rest across the edge of it. Besides, the nature of the world, and the state of Omnic and human relations at the moment--is Overwatch what the world needs?

"Eh. I'm all right with this Okoro bloke," he says, waving a hand dismissively with an amused grin. "After all, I'm all fer a robot that includes the feature ta off himself."

It comes out like a joke because he means to be one--even with his hatred of omnics aside, he can't help but poke fun at death. But this was someone that Fareeha considers as (what Junkrat equates to) a friend. What if Roadhog died, and someone talked about him like that to Junkrat's face?

As soon as the realization dawns on him, he winces.

"--Chroist."

He hides his face in his free hand. He's not even going to try to backpedal and try to turn it into something that sounds better.

"I didn't mean it like that. I didn't--I'm sorry. That he knew how ta stop himself before he hurt ya. That's--I respect that."

Junkrat gives her a surprisingly anxious and timid look. He really, really doesn't mean to piss her off with his off-colour bedmanner, it's just how he deals with things in his own way.