"Welcome to the agency of the number two pro hero, kid." Hawks exclaims proudly, he looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes, "I watched the sports festival," Hawks nods to the tv front room, he's walking to the elevator, not waiting for you. "You were great, really! I loved your speed. I'm sure you'll make it far." All of Hawks' excitement just wore off and the elevator ride is one taken in silence, Hawks' wings are tucked in but they still brush against your side. Once you both step out of the elevator he looks at you and says, "Look kid, I'm giving you one day to give me a close up of your skills. If you can't keep up with me by the end of the day you'll probably be spending most of your internship with my sidekicks." Hawks explains with a slight smile, then he looks at his wrist, he doesn't have a watch, "Would you look at the time, we gotta go eat! You like chicken?" He asks, as if he hadn't made a slightly upsetting speech seconds before.