Hawke kept showing up at the fountain day after day, and she must have great timing because this is not the first time she sees someone crawling out of it. She's a fair distance though, and she's leisurely walking since the person doesn't appear to be in pain or crying out. It's the mustache that really clues her in. There could be a lot of people who look like him, arguably, but no one with the mustache that Varric told her all about. She teased him about his fascination with the good looks of his friend, and how he did it all on purpose. And here's another Inquisition member that isn't Varric. Ah, well.

She's casual as she walks closer now that he has a coat on, not sneaking up or anything. Her own hair is up and out of the way, no longer in her yellow scrubs since it seems impractical now that she's getting ready to go on a hunt. She's in black instead, plain and simple. She's hardly the towering Champion people speak of thanks to legend, although she is recognizable on the spot for people who know what they're looking for. Hawke alive and in the flesh, no longer in the Fade.

"Uh oh, better dry off that mustache before it starts splitting at the ends." Her smile is cheerful.