Korrin nods sympathetically at mention of Kirkwall, never not disgusted with Anders and what happened there. However, she's also in the same state of resignation. If he stirs up trouble or fucks with anyone she cares about, the ranting will come. But until then, she has a life.

She snorts in amusement and rolls her eyes at 'fashion consultant', her mind likewise flashing back to that month of snobbery and fine silks. "I don't give a nug's ass about fine fashion, just something that can reasonably protect me without the overheating problem. If it can give my kadan some eye-candy, that's a bonus but not strictly necessary."