There is no acknowledgement that she had been heard, at first. Just another vicious swing of her sword, then another, and finally Cassandra rears back and, with a terrible cry, puts the full force of her body behind her blade. It shears through the training dummy, taking its head off with a snap of the dowel, and Cassandra stops at last, turning her head to fix her customary glare upon Leliana.

"What is it now." She is tired of being interrupted, of being constantly dragged away for a million pointless, exasperating tasks - all while being barred from the most important task of all. Martel is missing, perhaps dead, and Cassandra cannot even go after him.