Hawke wheels around at the sound of a voice, narrows his eyes at Ella.

His pride prickles. Even if it might be perfectly acceptable to ask for directions he simply can't bring himself to, especially not from someone who just called him out on his problem.

"I'm fine," he says -- not directly saying he isn't lost but not denying it either. Then, after a pause -- "It would help if all these blighted floors didn't look exactly the same."