Malina had taken care of getting Hawley from New York to... wherever he currently was. He hadn't exactly enjoyed the whole cloak and dagger aspect of the latter half of the trip, but he supposed he could understand it.
Then again, stepping into the Knights' headquarters is an adventure in itself, and while Hawley's not gaping at everything around him, it's a near thing. His isn't the typical awestruck tourist gazing, however - despite appearances. No, this place is a glorious treasure trove of artifacts and weapons and art. He recognized very few of them but that didn't mean he didn't recognize age and quality when he saw it. By the time he's all but pushed through the corridor behind the painting by his escort, he's mentally cataloged enough items that he's pretty sure anyone here could purchase several small countries with maybe only a handful of what he's seen so far.
His trip down the corridor to the room where Wynn waits might take longer than normal and his phone might have a few dozen photos on it once he finally gets there. Just in case.
When Hawley does finally step out into the chamber at the end of the tunnel, its with hands casually tucked in his jeans pockets, feeling a little under-dressed when he spots the man waiting there. The doors thud shut behind him - not enough to make Hawley jump, but he does cast them an uneasy look before letting his gaze flit around the room, more interested in locating another potential exit rather than drinking in the atmosphere of the room. Although that's damned impressive in itself.
"So. You the man I'm supposed to see about a job?"
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Then again, stepping into the Knights' headquarters is an adventure in itself, and while Hawley's not gaping at everything around him, it's a near thing. His isn't the typical awestruck tourist gazing, however - despite appearances. No, this place is a glorious treasure trove of artifacts and weapons and art. He recognized very few of them but that didn't mean he didn't recognize age and quality when he saw it. By the time he's all but pushed through the corridor behind the painting by his escort, he's mentally cataloged enough items that he's pretty sure anyone here could purchase several small countries with maybe only a handful of what he's seen so far.
His trip down the corridor to the room where Wynn waits might take longer than normal and his phone might have a few dozen photos on it once he finally gets there. Just in case.
When Hawley does finally step out into the chamber at the end of the tunnel, its with hands casually tucked in his jeans pockets, feeling a little under-dressed when he spots the man waiting there. The doors thud shut behind him - not enough to make Hawley jump, but he does cast them an uneasy look before letting his gaze flit around the room, more interested in locating another potential exit rather than drinking in the atmosphere of the room. Although that's damned impressive in itself.
"So. You the man I'm supposed to see about a job?"