Merrill was pouting. She had told Hawke several times that she hoped Fenris would show up, even though he hadn't been the friendliest. Aveline, too, she sometimes mentioned missing. She wanted to see her old traveling companions... But she hadn't once mentioned hoping Anders would show up. And preferring the mage-hating Fenris to Anders really said something--though Anders had been almost as mean to Merrill as Fenris had, really. She was just an abomination to him. And Hawke loved him. Merrill could just about cry.
She'd been a little rude to him on the boards, and confused him rather thoroughly with her drunken ramblings. Then she'd pouted at Varric using the emoticons Merlin had taught her. Their dwarf friend was out for the evening, visiting his lady friend. Varric was nice. She liked him. She liked Aveline, too. It was nice she was here. And Isabela was sweet. And Hawke. She liked Hawke. A lot.
"Hm?" she perked up when Hawke addressed her, putting down her phone. "Gone? I haven't gone anywhere, I'm right here." There was a little slur in her voice, and she was talking a little louder than necessary.