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[I'll make this pretty later one day maybe, maybe not]

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[steeltraps]

[You know what they say about assumptions, though, right? Except in this case (especially in this case) it's not an incorrect one. Regardless: rude. Junkrat lifts the hand holding the net of pixies up, jutting out an index finger to point at Hanzo—he fully plans on a retort, until the archer keeps speaking and his own demeanor kind of deflates like a balloon that's lost all of its air.

Uh. A flash of worry speeds over his features before he screws it up into a scowl, standing up just a little straighter.]

N-no way, mate. You've got me mistaken for someone else, ain't even been here a week yet!

[At least, that's the situation he's hoping for. A once over doesn't bring recognition for Junkrat, other than this guy gives off an air he decides he doesnt' really like.]

Makin' an honest payday here, mate. If you hadn't noticed.

[yakiniku]

[Hanzo isn't aware of the extent of their height difference until the man stands up straighter and he nearly has to tip his head back to see his face. If it's a show of intimidation, the archer isn't buying it. Tall or not, the man is two limbs short of being threatening unless he can do damage with that peg leg of his.]

No. You are not wanted here. The poster was at home. On Earth. You had an accomplice and every bounty hunter I knew had eyes on you both. [Hanzo tries to use his hands to describe the physique of Junkrat's partner. Taller. Much taller, and wider as well. His arms do enough justice to get his point across.]

Ah, so it is you. What was it that you stole that made the reward for your arrest so high?

[Somehow Hanzo ends up with a bit of glitter on his shoulder and tries brushing it off immediately.]