[ He's a little less irritated with this moving picture, if only because she claims to be a Warden, too. Three others, she says. That arse Anders must be one of the three; Carver wonders who the third is. Though it's selfish, he hopes beyond everything it's someone he knows and likes. ]

Now you've jinxed it. The only thing this place needs is darkspawn to make it feel more like home.

[ It's not so much a joke but dry sarcasm because... well, inviting a Blight is asking for something even more terrible than this fake dog.

He sighs—he feels like he's been doing that a lot lately—then lifts his shoulder in a slight shrug. If this is some sort of trap, it's not like he can't defend himself. And meeting her somewhere isn't giving away his own location. So, that's a plus. ]

I guess I don't mind. Where?