Hawke took the flask with a smile. She'd meant more clothes but Maker knew she'd been in a similar spot once or twice. How long had she been in her armor, after she'd found her mother? So she wouldn't push. She got it.
"Most welcome Serah," she put the flask aside and decided the best thing right now was probably a distraction. And that she could do handily. "So, are you from a place where any of this is familiar?" She spread her hands around, "Because I'm not. They keep thinking I am though." That was probably the accent. She'd already noticed she had a similar sort the locals seemed to have. "Been asked where things are and so I have to tell them that I barely knew my way around my own town, let alone anywhere else. I'm told the place is called Oxford which is about as helpful as a Templar in a whorehouse. So any clue?"