She's deliberately slow, and he can see the pain in her movements. He might be people-stupid, but he's not blind, even through his peripheral vision. His eyes fall as he lets out a soft, disappointed breath. His attention gets caught at the empty bowl that his pseudo-popcorn came in, and a half-baked idea hatches in his head.

He picks up the bowl and looks at it. It's glass, or something a lot like glass, carved with sharp edges into fine-detailed facets that catch light in interesting ways. After studying it for a few minutes, he turns it upside-down, and puts it on his head. Junkrat sinks into the water until the edge of the bowl is flush with it, making it look like the bowl was just floating on the surface.

In the dim light of the bathroom, the crystal facets of the bowl catch the bright firelight coming from the ends of his hair, scattering dancing warm lights against the water, the edge of the tub, and the rocks surrounding its perimeter.