At Korrin's voice, Romola turns--and startles like a spooked deer before she seems to come back to her senses, though her wide eyes remain fixed on the horns protruding through Korrin's hair. Immediately, she flushes red hot from embarrassment--of course there are Qunari who serve with the Inquisition. Of course the woman before her is Qunari.

"A leg-shard? That's new..."

"Ah--yes," she stammers, awkwardly struggling to recover from what she is sure will be perceived as a slight, and rightfully so. Who wouldn't be insulted by such a reception to simple, polite conversation? She brings up a hand to cover her mouth, her mind scrambling to find the right words to offer in the trade tongue, rather than Orlesian. "I'm sorry," she begins again, and figures an apology is as good a place as any to start.