The hand rubbing got his attention, and things quickly fell into place in succession. "Let me guess. Got a little shine stuck in your hand?" he murmured, letting the axe rest on his shoulder.

The Iron Bull's tone was flat, a sign that this was nothing new. People had been coming through the Rifts in handfuls, and usually without a clue of how'd they'd got there, eager to return. No one had yet managed to figure out what had drawn them to this side of the Veil, much less how to return them from the worlds they'd come from.

Definitely explained the lost look. Bull's brow creased with sympathy. Wasn't going to be a whole lot in the way of good news for her.