Her name was being called out, and it only takes a few moments to locate the woman, distinctive in both mage staff and an odd prosthetic arm. She doesn't recognize the Thedasian that calls out to her, but someone knowing who she is without Hawke knowing them in turn is a common enough situation in her life that it doesn't merit too much surprise. Other mages were doubly so, though reactions could vary. This mage in particular seems to harbor neither starstruck awe nor burning hatred, and that in itself was a relief. She approaches Nadia, and gives her a polite nod, faint smile echoed back to her.

"That makes two of us, I suppose."

There's a pause, as Hawke glances around the crowded docks, and then turns back to Nadia, her smile unable to hide the worry in her eyes. "Would you mind telling me where here is, exactly? I've no idea how I ended up here, and it is lovely, but I've got some rather urgent business to attend to." After the Inquisitor aided the rebel mages and gave them their freedom, she suspected that she didn't need to be completely secretive about her business. But time and experience had given her the wisdom to not throw all of her cards on the table when just meeting someone.