Fareeha is learning one very important thing about Junkrat; he is the absolute embodiment of unknown. Just when she thinks she's got him figured out, he will say or do something to throw her for a loop.

This is probably the biggest loop she's gotten yet. She stops at the edge of the pool, and it takes her a moment to register just what's going on. It's really quite beautiful, the way the light from his hair is thrown about by the bowl, sparking and dancing against the surface of the pool and the surrounding tile, along the walls and against the gauzy curtain over the windows.

It's enough of an unexpected sight to completely interrupt her earlier thoughts, and there's the slightest relaxation in her face and shoulders. She steps carefully back into the pool, watching him with a quizzical expression as she resumes her seat. Is this an apology, or an attempt to cheer her up?

Either way, she decides it doesn't matter; it's enough to get her to smile again - tired, and it's slow to reach her eyes - but it's something.