The bar-stabbing gets someone else's attention. Korrin, slouching comfortably at a nearby stool, glances over and raises an eyebrow at the grouchy elf. She's a little too mellow from drink to really care, assuming it'd even bother her in the first place. As long as it's just the bar that's stabbed and not actual people, she'll remain apathetic about it.

"You know, the good thing about being a 'scary qunari'? No one overlooks you. I'm used to getting attention on behalf of those shorter than me. If you want them nudged, just ask."