She takes the bottle, swirls the liquid inside and gives it a sniff. A lot of people have been offering her drinks here, and her first inclination is to assume poison. And that's because pretty much the only reason she'd offer someone a drink (besides someone in the Valo-Kas) is because they're a target and she is trying to poison them. All this Inquisition niceness is weird. Somebody throw a punch or something.

But once she sees that it is, in fact, water, she takes a swig.

"Too much fucking sand," she answers, now knowing to let him see her mouth as she speaks, since Korrin has been descriptive enough in her letters. "And not enough results. Spent all day chasing after Venatori to see they cleared out and left an open tunnel with darkspawn behind. Oh, and there was a giant too. Of course."