Rasie stayed still, her eyes shifting only when another person began to speak. Once both had said their piece, she gave Zeynep a nod of understanding. "I understand all too well the feeling of being a prisoner and having no control of one's fate. It is hard to break the chains of old." Looking at the dwarf and then no one in particular, Rasie seemed to go deep into thought for a moment. Her face lit up a little, signalling that she had decided to enact her thought and she stretched out. "However, you are not too accuracte to call me a Qunari, Gavlan. I am related to the Qunari only so far as they came after my race. I am one of a race called Kossith. Do you know of them?" She had a good guess that they didn't, but for clarity's sake, she asked it so she knew what she needed to explain to them.

Meanwhile, she had seen a waitress and waved her over, giving her order for some food for them all and told her to take Gavlan's and Zeynep's drink orders. She herself ordered no drink and instead produced a large flask from her pack for herself. The waitress did not seem to mind, so one could assume that Rasie had been here before and dealt with that situation.