"Not any more than I am," he answers with a smirk.

But really, he just wanted to see what she would look like with matching eye-markings. Verdict: cute as can be.

He's more than happy to sit still (or rather as still as Junkrat can possibly be) while she does his own face-pollen-paint, patiently waiting with a smile as he quietly enjoys the fact that she's...well, touching him. Someone is touching him and it's not because she's trying to help him, or get him out of harm's way, or get him out of his own way. He's not paying enough attention to the pattern itself to try to figure out what she's drawing, so he eagerly sits back to let her take a picture.

Junkrat is grinning as he looks at the detailed work she's done. He doesn't recognize the symbolism in it at all, but it's cute. He's cute.

He's...

Junkrat sits back a little, deflating in the process and the grin fades. He's got a full head of hair, trimmed but still thick eyebrows, a muted nose, a proportional mouth. Junkrat lets out a mildly sardonic chuckle, forcing out an uncomfortable smile.

"I look pretty good fer once, huh?"