Not for the first time, Zenyatta finds himself grateful to be inorganic; had he the muscles to tic he'd probably have flinched at the first sign of that mine, even if hindsight makes it clear that it's nonfunctional. The last thing he needs right now is to give Jamison a reason to think him easily intimidated.
Because of course that's the route the Junker heads down first. That gargoyle posture makes it easy to forget how tall he is, over six foot of wiry, radiation-hardened muscle and guts. Even without explosives he'd more than make do if he took it upon himself to dismantle an omnic. His olfactory sensors detect gunpowder, grease and soot. A dangerous combination, considering.
But Zenyatta simply laces his fingers together, the picture of absolute complacency.
With anyone else, he might apologise for the intrusion. But there's about as much use in apologising to Junkrat as there is in asking Hanzo for the time of day. "I wanted to speak to you privately." His gaze settles on Jamison's scowl, even and undeterred. "About today. May I come in?"
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Date: 2016-11-22 08:48 pm (UTC)Because of course that's the route the Junker heads down first. That gargoyle posture makes it easy to forget how tall he is, over six foot of wiry, radiation-hardened muscle and guts. Even without explosives he'd more than make do if he took it upon himself to dismantle an omnic. His olfactory sensors detect gunpowder, grease and soot. A dangerous combination, considering.
But Zenyatta simply laces his fingers together, the picture of absolute complacency.
With anyone else, he might apologise for the intrusion. But there's about as much use in apologising to Junkrat as there is in asking Hanzo for the time of day. "I wanted to speak to you privately." His gaze settles on Jamison's scowl, even and undeterred. "About today. May I come in?"