It is something she's heard, but never has Teren been expected to care. And though she's a spite-fueled anarchist with seemingly nothing to gain by playing nursemaid to an organized militia, it's... actually more difficult not to care, these days.

"Then I imagine you shall have it," she replies, in a low and joyless tone.
A pause, then, "...forgive me if I'm ignorant of military protocol. My experience is." She clears her throat, almost awkwardly. "...somewhat less refined."

If she had her way, all the Wardens would be tree-climbing experts, and they'd know all the best places to stick a knife. One might say such arts are wasted on Darkspawn.