"Apparently," Anders said, walking toward a Hawke a tad older than he remembered, "that's called a phone." He had originally pocketed it and thought it was some very weird, probably very dangerous rune and was disappointed he couldn't ask Sandal to do something with it. "Someone showed me how to use it. It connects to something called a network...." That was where he had lost it. The mage had yet to actually use the device.

Offering his (friend??) a hand, Anders looked at her with curiosity and a fair amount of dread. Would she confirm Nadia's opinion of him? Or could he still brush it as yet another poor mage fallen to Templar delusion and manipulation. He confessed, he preferred the latter.

Hawke would probably do a bit of a double take at Anders, who was still wearing with white feathered coat and didn't look quite as much as a stark raving lunatic as the last time she saw him. Also, no exploding Chantry's. Yet.