"Usually it doesn't, but uh- if people arrive from home after you, then news can hitch a ride. Y'know, if they deign to tell you."

His utensils are nothing fancy, most of it seems to have been inherited from the previous owner. But they're definitely very clean- Hawk seems to be the type where clutter is alright so long as it's hygienic. He takes a deep breath as he starts peeling the onions.

"I won't dance around it. My... One of my friends from home, Henry, he died. But uh- not yet for me. Something to do with the timeline. Only thing is, the people also from my camp didn't tell me for... months, at least. Didn't want to hurt my feelings or something. I dunno. That's the whole of it though, that's just... You think you know people. That's all."