"Nice to meet you, Matthew, unfair slapping in the face notwithstanding." Hawke considers taking his hand for a shake, but it seems better not to startle him at the moment. And she's learned to respect other people's physical space after too many snarls from Fenris over the years.

"I know, I'm sorry, you're very sweet, and I have this constant urge to tease people. My friend Aveline often introduces me to new people with the caveat that I'll grow on them eventually." Hawke likes people. She's very social, but has been deprived of social contact for months before getting here. She at least has the good sense to be sheepish about her lack of social graces. "Let's spin this around, love, can I get you a drink? More to eat? It's the least I can do."