Smirking at the mental image of that likely outcome, Korrin takes a quick bite while Kirk's talking. She's long-ago mastered the art of inhaling her food, always being on the go for some reason or another. Savoring it again can wait until she has a moment to relax.

"...eh. Between being a mage and being a 'qunari", I'm walking on eggshells every time I step out of Inquisition territory. Looks and slurs I can deal with -have all my life- but this whole city is a focusing lens for everything Thedas hates about me. I'm trying not to make it worse. We don't need a mob at our doorstep."