"I'm technically under Scoutmaster Ashara's command." So that's a yes. "But the crew isn't Inquisition and I believe their talents are better applied elsewhere."

He has work for them to do here, something to keep them occupied while prying eyes are either turned elsewhere or removed from Kirkwall entirely. Which-- for a moment he nurses the cup, contemplating the brazier's coals and measuring the nearly intangible weight of the packet inside his coat light at his side. Then he looks at her. Speaking of talents that would benefit from being pointed in certain directions...

"What does the Inquisition have you doing, Kitty? Specifically, day to day."