Frankly Geneviève wouldn't know one qunari from another. She's met a few from mercenary bands that are occasionally hired for help where chevaliers alone won't suffice, but her opinion of them is always fairly low. Names, faces, they don't make an impression. So even if Korrin vaguely recognizes her, when she speaks it's like it's the first time Geneviève even realized the woman was in the room. Her comment all the same gets a light laugh and draws a small smile from the redheaded chevalier.

"Ah, I have had dwarven ale before, my father often received it as gifts. With that perspective in mind, I will settle for this."