“Not unless it happened while I lived under a rock. Which, to be fair, I practically did while I was on the run, but that sounds like the sort of thing that would have people talking. So I’m going to go with a solid no.”

His manners were as foreign as the rest of him. She knew courtesy when she saw it, of course, she just… Wasn’t sure what to make of it, not in the situation she found herself in. He was the first one she’d met to introduce himself so readily. Funny how that worked. “Hawke. Just Hawke will do.” No point in providing her first name. No one ever used it, least of all her.

She followed his line of sight, narrowing her eyes at where it led and meeting his proclamation with yet another helping of doubt. “I have to be nice? That’s no fun. Doesn’t it defeat the purpose of a death match?”