Her hearing isn't as keen as Fenris', but Hawke has something of a sixth sense when it comes to danger. You don't have it follow you or rush toward it as long as she has and not get used to the signs that it's about ready to descend. (It's always ready to descend where Marian Hawke is concerned.)

"Looks like I didn't have to." There is no humor in that tone of voice. There's nothing funny about red smears on walls and figures lurking in the dark, and she won't do her friend the disservice of pretending that she thinks there is. Not this time anyway. Hawke raises her bow. She isn't about to take a shot in the dark, but by Andraste, as soon as whatever it is comes into the light, if it isn't waving a white flag, it is going to meet the business end of her arrows.