Malcolm isn't the only one who's been chowing down on the blue cotton candy. Hawks is a pretty chill person just generally. Well…that's not exactly true, but he's good at pretending to be a pretty chill person. After that candy, though, he actually feels it for once. Like maybe this island isn't all that bad. Creepy clowns who?

So he's pretty content to join in the dumb rock music fest. Where else do they have to be? It's not like they can go home. It's not like there's an immediate threat to fight. And it feels pretty nice to be here. Hawks is a decent dancer, but he's not really trying. Besides that, in a crowd, his wings kind of get in the way. He's used to that, though, so he keeps them close to his body and just makes do.

"You know what? You're right. That saxophone is choice," he calls back with a grin. He hasn't met Malcolm before, but that doesn't matter. Any company seems welcome right now. The whole world seems kinda welcome.