Korrin huffs at that assessment on Templars, not exactly disagreeing on the 'disorganized' part or their use of lyrium, though 'inadequate' has her scowling. The urge to stalk off is there and at some point it'll be too much to resist, though the Qunari's talk of inventions to match magic has her wondering. At mention of a dreadnought, she nods, lips forming a thin line.

"From a distance, on land. That's as close as I ever want to get." She still remembers how the sight of them unnerved Shokrakar, who insisted on them hauling ass even though they likely weren't spotted. No Tal-Vashoth wanted to be anywhere near those, and neither did Korrin.