Junkrat freezes-- and he turns to look at the machine, standing bolt upright for once, all six foot five of him towering over Zenyatta, staring at him with a gaze that may as well be literal flame. Hatred, manic rage, something that may be fear cross that burning gaze of his, his breathing shaking.

For a beat, he's entirely silent, as though considering what he should even do. When he finally does speak, his tone is shockingly icy, a kind of anger that very, very few people have earned from him.

"Fine. But you take one step outta line, and you're as good as fucking dead, you got that?"