Hawk raised an eyebrow. "Tall order," he commented idly, setting his mug down to follow over, looking her over critically.

He was quiet just a moment before reaching under a counter and pulling out a slightly heavy knife, one that he'd gotten in a trade that he hadn't decided what to do with yet. It was ornate, but was weighted badly and had a weak blade. In other words, utter crap.

"How's this one feel?" he asked, expression even. It was a test, of course. Someone who actually was familiar with weapons would know what a load something like that was, but someone putting on airs? Not so much.