This far into the day, after a fight? The voice didn't quite click as to who it was, even when she looked up the helmet seemed- well. Unfamiliar. Charger armor, one of Bull's, Tevinter by accent and honestly? Any other time that would be enough. But with a lyrium headache roiling at her temples and Compassion snapping to attention from the blood, it took a beat, two, perhaps three before the name came to mind and her eyes narrowed.

"All this armor, Remi, and you're struck by an arrow? What is all of that for if you are going to be hit all the same? You- close the flaps. This requires privacy." Nevermind that 'you' was some random passerby- Adelaide pulled her lantern into the tent and knotted the flaps on the inside.

Loosely, but knotted enough to keep anyone from stumbling in on accident. Given force of panic or desperation? They probably would give way but the lack of a lantern would prove her to be otherwise occupied. "Where are the buckles for your armor? Do not move your arm."