Hawke huffs out an irritated breath of air. The silent huff seems to make her mood sour further, if the look on her face is any indication. She carefully points to a tree and then mimes picking a fruit off of its branches. She then flicks the fingers of the hand "holding" the fruit, as though to indicate that it vanished.

If she has to mime everything for the rest of her dead life, she is not going to be pleased.