Daggers? Daggers were strange, but they weren't too far removed from the knives that some GI's carried, especially out in Korea. The weird armour? That was weird. Pretty damn weird, but he could have dealt with the armour if there hadn't been the lizard.

It had to be a lizard because dragons weren't real. Lizards didn't normally come with wings, and you couldn't normally sort-of see through them, but his brain refused to accept anything else.

He didn't even notice the attractive curve of her body when she crouched down, which really did say something about his state of mind at that moment. Normally, Hawke was all for noticing how pretty anatomy could be. He didn't even notice the swearing, his attention, and gaze, still firmly on the lizard. He was just going to call it a lizard. Lizard was easiest.

"That. I... where we come from, they don't have wings." He managed, although the first word came out as a croak. And then, pulling himself together, he got up off the cobbles. "Sorry. Been a long day. Very long. I, er," He paused again, still watching the lizard, "I'm Benjamin Pierce. But everyone calls me Hawke. Or Hey you!."

Not his best ever joke, but it helped him find his smile again, even if it was a little fragile.