That wakes her up, and she's up and grabbing a flaming branch from the fire and out into the sunlight before she's really registered what's going on. She stands at the entrance - hair mussed and half-covered in dirt and leaves, holding onto a flaming stick and looking intent as a provoked bull.

Her eyes land on Junkrat and she finally relaxes, taking a breath and letting it out in a huff. She's clearly not angry, although mildly annoyed could certainly apply.

"Feeling better, I see?"