So long as he got her the flask back, Hawke figured he could have the wine. She'd just pilfer more of it, because sometimes it was needed. It was also one way of breaking the ice, and setting people at ease. Maker knew she'd needed that a few times herself. After the handshake she withdrew her hand, then moved to take lean against a nearby wall. Despite not strictly believing in either the Maker or andraste, there was an awful lot of coincidence where she tended to meet people who could use a hand. Sometimes she got family out of it. Sometimes she just helped. And even with Kirkwall having shown her how awful it could really all work out, it didn't stop her from trying.
So she smiled and patted Mal's head, who looked from Hopper to Hawke. "Reminds me of my dog back home. There's a joke here somewhere, but it's never funny to have to explain it." she looked up to the bat and gave a salute. "hello Parrish. Think it's both really. And don't ask me how it works. Everyone's got one, apparently. Something to do with something." She shrugged then, clearly taking it all on face value. It still wasn't the weirdest thing to have happened.
"Look I don't judge. Maker knows I've been covered in more blood then is probably good for me, s but do you need anything?"