It's not often that Fifi makes her way to the Gallows these days, unless it's to check in with Beleth over something or another, but she's here today with her basket when she sees something she doesn't expect.
She's heard of aravels, the things that Dalish use to travel, but never seen one up close: there were some in the distance in Orlais' war-ravaged countryside, but none that she'd dared approach.

So she finds herself staring, not only at the industrious elf who looks so very Dalish (as opposed to Beleth in her scoutmaster gear, and the others who at least often have the sense to wear boots), but at the strange contraption subject to so much attention. It's quite rude, and if Fifi caught herself, she'd be mortified. But it's fascinating.