She twitches off a smile herself: likewise fleeting, because she doesn't know about fate herself, and she isn't certain just how sincere he's being, but she'd like to be polite.

"The Inquisition is the last hope for a lot of people." And she knows she isn't saying anything he probably doesn't already know, but she's still feeling her way around the conversation. This topic is... safe. She looks over her shoulder, scanning the crowd, looking for nothing in particular. "Those who have something to offer, anyway."