She's not Josephine, but she is Josephine's bff. More alarmingly she is the Nightingale, and she is the Nightingale who has been in the War Room going over the placements of her scout and agent pieces on the War Table. Leliana is a woman of fearsome focus and considerable patience. Both of these things have been worn thing by the relentless tap-tap-tap.

One moment there is an empty hallway, save for the miscreant disturbing her work. The next, the Nightingale stands in some shadows that might not have been there before.

"Ser." Ser, as in, you fucking what, mate.