"Right," Hawke made a show of dusting herself off, faux-reclaiming her dropped dignity, and walked over to the television, heading for her copy of the game. It was the XBox version, not that she could have articulated that with any kind of efficiency over the network: Charlie had undoubtedly made the right choice. "You've got her number, though you left out the Qunari part. Tallis the sexy elf assassin of the militant invading very tall religion," not that Hawke had much of any vitriol just for the Qunari part, nor for the deception, not anymore. It just seemed relevant.
"Here's the game." She picked it up, proffering the green-edged box to Charlie. "So... how does it work? Why does it matter what copy I have? Does that determine what I look like? Or manly man version of me looks like?"