As a rule, Hawke had always been a fairly heavy sleeper. Had to be, growing up with two siblings who were constantly bickering. But sleeping tendencies only got one so far when they were moved from her nice, soft, squishy bed to what appeared to be an old mattress on hard stone.
There was also a man in the room. That must have been what woke her. He'd said something.
Hawke groaned, half between annoyed and half between a very strong urge to roll back over and go back to sleep. The rational part of her brain wasn't quite awake yet. It was slowly working through the facts. Strange bed. Strange location. Strange man in the room. No clothes for Hawke.
Her eyes flew open and she half yelped as she dragged the blanket more firmly around her body and spun around to see who was there, feeling an instant wash of relief at the familiar silhouette.
"Anders...you scared the life out of me. Where are we and how did I get here exactly?"