"Hm? Oh, can I help you?"

A kind smile; a trademark smirk. Sometimes, it was impossible to tell the difference between the two.

Hawks was (in)famous for his laidback attitude when doing his job, and it wasn't going to be any different now. In and out, top speed: that was his style.

With that smile-smirk still pulling up the corners of his lips, he waited, bated breath, for an answer.