The steps approaching her are not familiar ones. There are so many in Skyhold it would be a considerable endeavour to hear each often enough to recognise them all. What matters is this is the not a scout, nor one with whom she has spent considerable time, and she looks over her shoulder with curiosity and faint exasperation because she is working - although neither of those emotions quite make it to her face, whose expression remains carefully schooled.
At least the young woman has good timing.
"You may," she starts, turning to face her more fully, arms crossed against her chest. "What is the problem?"
Usually when people come to speak to her it relates to them being angry about something or because there is urgent news the Inquisition must see to.
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At least the young woman has good timing.
"You may," she starts, turning to face her more fully, arms crossed against her chest. "What is the problem?"
Usually when people come to speak to her it relates to them being angry about something or because there is urgent news the Inquisition must see to.