Cosima's dressed for traveling, borrowed native clothes except for the boots and the glasses. She's busy, she knows the group leaving from Skyhold are leaving early, but something about the tone of the note caught her attention all the same.

It's almost like deja vu of their first meeting, except with the agitation levels reversed.

"Hey," she says quietly when she approaches. "Everything okay?"

Okay here meaning under the weird, weird circumstances.