Hawks outright laughs at the mental image of Sephiroth just going apeshit on a car with that sword of his. "Man, how did that sword even fit in a car?" he wonders aloud. He can't blame the guy for being pissed at getting trapped. Hawks's whole thing is projecting an image that he's chill at all times, even when he's not, but he'd have been mad to be trapped too. Sephiroth, though? He has a feeling that man has a temper in there somewhere. Good to know he's not wrong.

He shakes his head. "Just feathers. Dunno why, I guess. It's just how it works. My hair, though. That would be wild, right? Make styling it take way less time than it does."

He tilts his head questioningly and starts walking back towards the entrance.

"History with parking garages?"