It's only normal, you know, that someone goes a little loopy. That after a day of nothing but stress -beginning with the goat, the damn goat, God damn Klinger's goat- the mind starts to seek a little release, a little recreation, a little rest. Some tomfoolery. Heck, Hawkeye loved tomfoolery. It was almost as if he and his mind were one. They loved the same things. But. But sometimes Hawkeye can't say he really agrees with his head, or with what it wants to tell him.

Right now he doesn't want to believe a lot of things, but knows he has to. He's trying to find a way- a loophole- some way he can convince himself the red hand didn't just call back to him. So. Not a bird. Not a lizard. He wants to peer at what's connected to the clawed hand, but thankfully both Hawkeye and Mind agree curiosity is not worth risking a Body over. They both loved their body, thank you very much.

"I'm not Quixote tilting at windmills, either!"

Be reasonable. He couldn't outrun the creature. Might as well see if it's friendly. Or die trying. That's kind of like the drill.