[ Hawke's just out here stabbing shit, because stabbing shit is what Hawke does best. It's easy to go out and pounce on giant rodents when you have no self-preservation instinct. He doesn't stab the R.O.U.S. chasing Fiona because it's chasing Fiona, but it's a bonus. Makes him look very heroic — or maybe just slightly crazy, since by the time all is said and done, he's gotten blood everywhere. He clearly doesn't know what a clean kill looks like, or maybe he just likes the drama of blood splatters.
Either way, there's a civilian casualty. It's Fiona's hat. He crouches down and picks it up, entirely ignoring her for a moment as he inspects it. Oh, yeah, that's going to be a bitch to wash out. Looking up at her: ]
—You know, I think it looks better this way. Very... rugged. Very bloody chic.
[ Hawke doesn't actually hand it back just yet. It is kind of a cool hat. ]
one c:
Either way, there's a civilian casualty. It's Fiona's hat. He crouches down and picks it up, entirely ignoring her for a moment as he inspects it. Oh, yeah, that's going to be a bitch to wash out. Looking up at her: ]
—You know, I think it looks better this way. Very... rugged. Very bloody chic.
[ Hawke doesn't actually hand it back just yet. It is kind of a cool hat. ]