Hawke so far simply rolled with everything. She met people, she chattered, she scouted the surrounding areas, and she plotted ways to be useful. It's the art of a mercenary, honestly, and they both were already thinking that way. Find out what people need and provide that. It's lucrative in favors if not in money at the moment. There's no point to money in this situation.

"You're the strong silent type, aren't you?" She smiles at him. "That's okay, I'm the strong and loud type." Hawke is deceptively normal looking, but her air of competency and confidence is earned. She's fought several powerful people single handedly, the stuff of legends, and Varric writes about every one of them.