Well, that seemed to be the common look he was getting today. At least in Hawke he didn't see complete anger, frustration and disgust. Just concern, apprehension and a good deal of caution.

"Oh no, not you too." Anders muttered. Really, what was it going to take to find someone who didn't know him and have a horrible opinion of him? The mage let the Mabari sniff him, thinking it over as only that dog could, and nuzzle for pats. Anders, being a animal person, obeyed. "It'd be easier if you could pretend you were a cat, you know." Anders spoke to Bear, since he was being polite. " Maybe meow once in a while and try to suffocate me in my sleep." At least the Mabari was a good distraction. He needed more animals in his life. Maybe this place needed an animal shelter.

"Well, no one's screamed 'MAGE! APOSTATE! RUN!' while I've been here. Actually, they gave me a job at the clinic and everything. They even have lyrium. At least, I think it's lyrium. Acts kind of like lyrium. Tastes different though. As for where we are? No clue." He put on a dashing, charming smile that the Templars had probably grown to hate. Anders specializes.

"Actually I was kind of hoping you were here to rescue me. So...no, I'm guessing?"