The hand that bumps into his chest belongs to Endeavor's son, and Hawks comes to a stop, looking over at the boy with a slightly crooked smile playing around the corner of his mouth. Decisive, intelligent, and straightforward, just like his father.

"Aye aye." he says, the smile blooming on his face, and he winks, makes a mock salute with his hand, lifting two fingers and tapping them against his forehead. There's a casual humour in it, but Hawks doesn't think much about this situation is very funny. Fire is his biggest weakness, and heading into a floor that's actively on fire doesn't sound that appealing. But he's not one to back down from a challenge.

"Alright. You lay down as much ice as you can to protect us from the fire, and I'll send my feathers in to get as many people as possible. Sound good?"