Hawk pauses for a moment, as if debating whether or not to spoil the holiday mood, but hell- he knows how mad he was at having certain information kept from him, and he sighs.

"I think I know who you mean. That uh- that Gaius fella."

To Felix Gaeta's good heart, they'd said.

"I'm sorry, for whatever it's worth. If it were up to me I'd beat the ferryman over the head with his own oar until he let you stay, and he can refund you the obols for the return trip while he's at it."