Weaponry? ( The woman at his shoulder seems to be covered in grime and muck, but it doesn't appear to bother her one bit. Hawke has likewise rummaged through the contents of her backpack, finding it to be half useless objects and half things she didn't recognise.

She missed her knives already. )

You really think our captors would be so kind? No, we've been abandoned here armed with nothing but our wit and dashing good looks. ( A beat, and then she has to admit he has a good idea. ) Nevertheless, we should start searching. Probably.