Listening to the girl was an education. She was maybe ten years younger than Hawke, and swore worse than any of the regular soldiers he'd ever met. Most of the navy didn't swear so much, if he was being honest about it. Still, it didn't offend him, it was just one of those quirks of speech, he guessed. He was going to start doing it to see how many words she could get through before cursing again.

"I was thinking about my dad." Hawkeye said, having taken a moment to collect himself. "And the people back home. Do they think I'm dead? Again? Are they looking for me?" He pushes his hand through his mop of dark hair, not really talking to her, more at her. "Look, I know this is all new to you too but I get the feeling where you came from wasn't much fun. I mean, I came from the middle of a war so maybe I'm the one that's nuts, but I'd like to find someone around here that can tell me where here is, and how I can get out of it!"