[ The more she looks, the more she's actually kind of glad she put away her PDD for a second. There's something off about this guy and Hawke's never been one to back down from anything like that. She blinks once, twice, before a smile slides across her face and now she has to know -- what's his deal? This is the instinct that usually gets Hawke in trouble, sure, but she's gotta know.

She's not pure idiot though, and her eyebrows crinkle slightly as she notices the lack of distance between them and the way her joke shoots right over his head. No, there's something off here and it's less socially awkward and more threat. Huh. Idly, she wonders what it'd be like to fight him. ]

That among other things. Violence, mostly.

[ Man, even the laugh seems off too. This is -- well, both creepy and delightfully interesting. ]

... Then, the better it's doing in my pocket, isn't it? I tend to use it more productively than on distracted Killjoys and whatever you are.