[Hawke still lives in the safehouse, having not made enough money to get an actual place yet, and she doesn't mind the company that much. It's better than being alone, especially with the simulation playing plenty of mind games even with those who had excellent mental fortitude. She is coming back from a fight with knuckles a little bloodied and sweat pasting her short black hair to her head, and she raises an eyebrow at the fellow clearly attempting to get out.

She's the queen of casual, and also does not know him on sight which means he's new. Hawke missed the warning that there were new folks so that means the safehouse will be a bit crowded tonight. Brilliant. She flashes a sympathetic smile at him, shaking her head.]

Sorry, I know newbies when I see them. Don't worry, it's not as long as you think.

[Hawke shuts the door behind her. Honestly, she'd rather let people get out and do whatever the fuck they want to, but she does understand now the reasons why.]

The mechanical spirit thing makes you a new ID and gives you time to get used to the shite show that is New Amsterdam.

[She feels bad though, shrugging.] You can have my spare set of gloves though, if you want to keep from the magic.