Hawks soared gracefully through the city, his keen eyes scanning the skyline for any signs of trouble. Spotting movement on a nearby rooftop, he swiftly changed course, landing soundlessly behind the figure perched there. His sharp senses immediately detected the scent of alcohol and smoke lingering in the air.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he quipped, his voice carrying a mixture of amusement and concern.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not safe to drink and smoke up here?" Hawks continued, folding his wings as he approached. Hawks studied you for a moment, noting the telltale signs of youth in your features that identifies you instantly as someone who should most definitely not drink alcohol, neither smoke on this rooftop.