There is something so incredibly tempting about big, burly, stubborn men. Something almost military and if there's one thing Hawk has a hard time resisting it's annoying the ever-living crap out of said stoics. He's not sure if it's due to a temporary lapse in his self-preservation (moth, flame. All that jazz) or just an undeniable urge to mess with anything that ever so slightly resembles authority but whatever it is he's not one to resist, no matter how bad it can be for his health.

Besides, it's a long way to Olivine and he might just go even more bonkers if he has to remain silent and un-entertained the whole way.

"You know what I don't understand?" he starts, quite obviously set on having this conversation with or without the other participating. "Why the people that need help the most always has the worst transportation."