[Hawke turned her attention away from Anders, opting to mimic him and continue rifling through her own bag. She takes out the remaining balls, fidgeting with them to see if they contained anymore (hopefully distracting) creatures. Following an unsuccessful search, Hawke stashed the balls once more and continued her search.]

At least they had the decency to pack us undergarments! [The cheer in her voice was only slightly forced, just as she has to force her hand to lift and twirl the panties around her fingers.] No holes, either! Already better than what I have.

[Exploring further, Hawke pulled out a long, spooling scarf, followed by a jacket and a handful of other clothes]

And here I was, hoping to traipse about in my armor.