She may have gotten carried away with herself in that moment, but once she's settled at the top she takes some time to close her eyes and come down from the rush. The blue flames diminish, the golden glow fades from her tattoo. It'll still be accessible for the next couple hours before it lapses into cooldown, but likely she won't have reason to.

Junkrat's touch on her arm brings her back to the present, and she opens her eyes and takes a good look around. She might not be as obsessively enamored with gold as he is, but she can still appreciate what an absolute grand spectacle it makes; the enormous plants in all manner of colors, with the golden pollen glinting in the sunlight. It's enough to take her breath away.

When she finally finds enough to speak, her voice is still soft and faraway - as if she's afraid of shattering the picture by being too loud or, really, noticeable.

"This is -- absolutely beautiful ..."