[ hawke sits up in the dirt and looks over at the two of them. sad kid. loud kid. she can handle this!! she'll peel off one of her gloves and scrub that hand over her face before pushing off the ground. she catches her reflection in some broken debris and doesn't like the look of her bare skin. nah, she'll have to fix that. ]

Alright. Bulma is the blue haired one, isn't she? If she's smart, she's most likely still in the garbage room. If she isn't... well, I suppose she'll end up here too? All roads lead to Orlais, as they say.

[ she walks over to her scattered armor and rubs at her shoulder with a hand, stretching out her arm as she thinks. there's blood on her armor which isn't strange and hawke hesitates a moment before crouching down, swiping two fingers through it and running them across her nose. that's much better.

when she stands back up, she feels much more prepared. ]

We have to keep moving, but we can leave her a message. Something that says "we were spat out here too and if you are, come find us."

[ she looks up at towards where the lights of cerealia can be seen from a distance, squinting and giving a small frown. ]

That does look quite far, doesn't it?