( If you find yourself in the tourist center, you'll hear the soft shuffle of papers. It might not be immediately obvious where it's coming from until a hand appears from behind the desk to set a folder on top of it. There's a growing stack there of empty folders and a few otherwise useless papers, and after another moment, the hand reappears and there's a peek of messy blond hair and a stretch of white. Hawks is busy going through what he can find in a quest for information, but so far? It's been a lot of nothing.

If you greet him, you'll find his head perk up over the edge of the desk to offer the view of the top of his head - blond hair and rows of bandage both above and below a pair of bright golden eyes. If you decide to move closer to the desk without a word, the shuffling will continue. Either way, you'll be greeted with a computerized voice from the other side of the desk. )

Looking for something?

( Hawks wouldn't say he has any particular affinity for plants, let alone a confined space like a green house, but he's made his way here in his wandering all the same. Both signs are greeted with a curious tilt of his head, but he's otherwise quiet as he makes his way through.

The bright eyes are turned upward, watching the vines overhead as he goes. His trek is cut short when one of those potted plants darts on, snapping at him. He's more than fast enough to move out of the path of those tiny teeth, but it doesn't stop another from taking its shot. Not a place he wants to be, he decides quickly, but just as he turns to head back for the exit, he's stopped by the curl of a vine that descends in front of him, just shy of touching him. He makes a soft, rough sound in the back of his throat as he steps around it, though the sound of footsteps nearby catches his attention.

Without looking, he's tapping quickly at the phone in his hand, the computerized voice from the phone saying: )

Careful. These guys are a little too friendly.

( After his stint in the green house, any place where he's not stuck in a small glass building with overly friendly plants is welcome. He's made his way through a few other places, but his current stop is the pharmacy. If you happen to be in the area, you'll hear a few soft 'thumps' from one of the aisles. If you follow the sound, you'll find Hawks crouched neatly as he pulls a few things from one of the bottom shelves. Every minute or so, a couple boxes fall into the cart before he's reaching for something different.

A glance towards the basket will reveal a few different boxes of gauze and bandages, some disinfectant, and various items meant to treat burns.
If you're wondering why, a quick look at him will show most his face and neck are covered by bandages. Your presence will catch his attention quickly, but given his mouth covering, no verbal greeting comes. Instead, there's only a tip of the blond head, a shift of his brows and turn at the corner of his eyes that says under all that, he's smiling. He holds up one of his hands, showing the front of the box to you.

There's a small shake of his hand, his way of asking, do you need it? )

Anyone feel like helping a guy change some bandages?

Are all of the plants here touchy feely or is it just the greenhouse?

( ooc Of note, Hawks is currently injured, and his upper body is bandaged up. He doesn't have his wings, and he'll be using his device to verbally communicate.

In general, he'll will be out and about getting a feel for different things. You're welcome to run into him wherever or send him a network on the message. If you'd like a specific starter or want to discuss something, feel free to DM. )