"I like to think I've had time to get over that a little. Outside of a vendetta that finished years ago...it's exhausting. I've lost some of the bite I used to have."

It hardly seems polite to stare into the eyes of someone who plainly looks blind, and the hawk is clearly sizing him up somehow. Mantis feels an instinct to reach out his arm to offer as a perch to the bird, but he doesn't. He pulls his mask off, just a little, to see the man and the hawk clearly. Maybe there's something to be seen that he can't with the lenses in the way.