Those slurred words have Korrin narrowing her eyes further, but she isn't so ill-disciplined as to cause a scene when the point was preventing one. She'll save her energy for those times when looming and glaring isn't enough. Turning to the elf, the hardness from her gaze vanishes and her expression becomes sympathetic as she nods back. Staring is not something she minds anyway, as long as people aren't rude about it.

"You'd think with tears in the Veil and demons pouring out of them that people's priorities would change, but for some idiots, there's always room for bigotry. Especially when it comes to elves; Dalish or city folk, they never seem to catch a break. But while I'm around, anyone who starts in on that 'knife-ear' crap will be shown the door. I'm not a bouncer, but I don't think it's too much to ask that we drink in peace. I'm Korrin, by the way, of the Valo-Kas company and the Inquisition."