"I am, at best, an alien," she corrects him. "I am from another planet, possibly another dimension of reality. I am bipedal and approximate the human appearance, though I suspect we wouldn't have much DNA in common."

Especially not considering her homeworld has been pioneering genetic alterations for hundreds of years. They were far apart on the scales: he exposed to a world with magic, and she perfected over hundreds of years and inter-alien mixing. Sure, they might look like the same species, but that was unlikely empirically correct.

"What is in Kirkwall that I should be so eager?" She'll humor the notion of going there quietly, if there's something in it for her.