Hawke watched him. She learned a great deal about people from their body language. The slightest gestures, the expressions on their face when they didn't think about who was looking, where their instinct went when startled, and many little tics that made up a person's exterior. She could paint a portrait of her friends using descriptions about the point of their chin, the way their eyes crinkled when they laughed, the quick movement of eyes back and forth when coming up with a lie, and so many other things that were indicative of who they were. This was just the start with Reyes.

Such as seeing the way his face lit up with recognition, and she smiled back at him. "There's a lot of New Yorkers here. You'll be in good company if you know anything about it." Hawke really wished she could get a glimpse of it. They kept telling her about it, but it was difficult to think of a city that large. "Oh no," she waved a hand dismissively, "not at all the past. We're from completely different spheres. We have dragons and ogres and elves and yes, a whole bunch of magic." And so many very complicated twists and turns about each of those parts of her world. But simplicity was never their way.

"My sister is a mage and my father was one too. I've been buried up to here with magic my whole life." The here of course being all the way to her lovely neck, and all of the bloody trouble that went along with it.