Hawke watched him move, and she was impressed. She knew the way soldiers moved, rogues moved, mages moved, assassins moved. She was surrounded by all of the above. There was a very knowing gleam in her dark eyes, but she wasn't about to start throwing around any assumptions. He hadn't made himself an enemy yet. She was hopeful he wouldn't. Chasing after him without those powers would be quite frustrating, but you know, beggars couldn't be choosers. It was nice, not having anyone try to kill her this week yet.

"I'm not the strongest climber, I'll admit. It hasn't really come up. I haven't been in this much outdoorsy space in a long while." Outside of the long expanse of the road she had to hide on and get around. There was a time as a child she could remember trees and fields, before things were wrapped up into darkness and death. Vaguely. "Now I can jump and roll like you just did, but with a higher risk of falling on my face." She doesn't have pride to injure, so she's always up for making fun of herself.

"I suppose I could use a lesson. Let's think about what I can trade." Hawke tapped a finger to her chin, because of course there was a trade involved. No one did something for nothing. She did, that is, she did things for nothing all the time, but that's how she ended up in a few dozen messes, so. "I'm an expert archer, I make my own arrows, I could help you with that. I have a feeling you don't need combat training." The way he carried himself? No way. "Lock picking? If you ever need to steal ... borrow something." She made quotation marks around the borrow with a grin.