"Christ knows. I'm not a philosopher." Hawkeye shakes his head, sighing. "But I do know it's a different world. I, uh... it's kind of the opposite, as far as I'm concerned. Magic and monsters and crap like that. Definitely not something you'd get where I'm from." He looks the boy up and down, considering him - his outfit, his youth, the interest in his expression. "So you're, what, some kind of wizard?"

It's a genuine question. Once upon a time, he would absolutely have been being sarcastic, but now he's honestly curious. It isn't as though there's any shortage of wizards around here.