As Hawke and company were making their way through Hightown, with its busy-bodies and pristine white walls, she could have sworn she heard someone speaking near her. Evalin turned to look over one side of her shoulder but couldn't detect the small voice. When she turned again, she could finally see Jacob on her other side and facing her back - that made it rather difficult to carry on a conversation, but she smirked and humoured him none the less. It was becoming increasingly apparent to Hawke that he was a peculiar young man. Likely not much older than her, if at all, and certainly not as experienced with things outside of Kirkwall.<br/><br/>Waiting as he tried to get his messy string of words out, her brow rose in anticipation. "Oh, I wouldn't worry much. I've never been on Aveline's bad side, it's just difficult to tell that she has a good side. She's always got a lot on her mind, so it may help if you apologize for your tardiness on the job. After tonight, if everything goes well, that might be all you need to do," Hawke suggested, hoping she would be right about her red headed friend who was often more stressed than the Viscount, her mother Leandra, or Isabela - who always seemed to have assassins on her beautiful backside - all wrapped into one.<br/><br/>"But no, I don't really know what the Tal Vashoth are doing there. They could have a number of plans that involve the Qun or general terrorization of the coast. It's always hard to tell with them, they aren't very good with expressing themselves..." she half joked. They eventually came to the Lowtown stairs and Hawke remained quiet as they passed through the semi filthy area. It was a definite change from Hightown, but fortunately not as bad as the awful place where Anders worked. The gate of the city passed above them and the soldiers started to funnel out onto the coast. Dusk had set in, which bathed everything in a nice mixture of dim indigo and golden light.<br/><br/>"Hopefully we don't have a very busy night, Varric," Hawke said as the patrol began its route down the curved rocky sands and around old cave systems. She did want a drink at the Hanged Man, but returning home in one piece was preferable. A night without having to visit Anders to heal the latest bruise or fracture would be splendid.