Hawks can usually out-talk pretty much anyone, but this shirtless guy has been going for a minute. In the end, rather than eavesdropping, Hawks just...decides to join him. He has no idea if he'll actually learn anything or just be amused by it or some other option.

But the food here is incredible, perfectly cooked, and he could use company anyway. Hopefully this food doesn't make him feel the way the potatoes did, or it will be much more awkward. Well, only one way to find out.

So he slides into the booth across from Ace with his plate of karaage.

"Did you saw kills a crew mate?" He's not really sure what crew here means in context, but there's time to figure that out. Is this guy a sailor...? He doesn't look like a sailor. Hawks can't make the logical leap to pirate right away because that's just not really a thing where he's from.

"Sounds pretty messed up, whatever the situation," he continues, agreeably, shoving a piece of chicken in his mouth and letting Ace continue on.