"Yes." How could they have heard about things in Ostwick already?

There is no need to protest that he isn't telling the truth, as it's plain as day that they aren't in Kirkwall. Her mind is still moving too quickly for her body to keep up with it easily and she feels queasy despite his assertion that there is no immediate threat in the area.

At least he's from the Free Marches -- thank the Maker for small miracles. Instead of going for his hand, she offers him a half-hearted bow. "Bethany Hawke," she manages steadily, "and you've already guessed where I'm from."