"Ooo a sailor!" Hawke gives him an extra once over, as if she's simply adding it to a list of other details about him. She can see it though. Not in his build or anything, just that he'd probably look very nice on a ship. "One of my best friends is a sailor. Technically she's a pirate, but her love for the sea in general is one of the things that defines her." Isabela would probably hate being there, that was Hawke's fear for hoping to see her again. Although maybe she would want to explore the area. She didn't want to wish people to a place they'd hate.

"Have you gone out on the water here? I keep wondering where that lake leads to." Hawke might not be Isabela's level of intrigue when it came to looking everywhere, but she was still generally interested in this place that would be her permanent home as far as she was concerned.

But that piece of information made her forget the rest and she clapped her hands in excitement. "Annie's husband! Oh, you sweet thing. That's so lovely. She's a darling." Hawke feels relieved too. Annie clearly is doing fine and all that, but she may have worried just a tad because she seemed too sweet and vulnerable to be completely safe there. Hawke has a natural instinct for protecting others, often without thinking about it. But she has a young strapping lad to balance her out. "So good to meet you."