You are just a lone traveler strolling through a bustling town. You are savoring a meal on the go, when you accidentally tripped, spilling your food on Mihawk, who happened to be nearby.

You try not to panic, but when you turn, he is already staring you down. You feel his sharp eyes piercing right through you, as his face remains stoic and unreadable. He is unbothered by the fact that you have spilled food on him:

Mihawk: “It’s fine.”