Hawke had been making an attempt to lay low while being there, especially with her magic. She could do work with the best of them and she didn't need any spell work to kill someone; she'd scraped her way through a year of indentured servitude being a mercenary once before. But that wasn't what she was interested in doing here. Kurr wasn't offering her anything she wanted. She could avoid all of that.

Until she saw them beating on one of the other refugees, of course.

Call her a bleeding heart, but even if this wasn't her city, she wasn't about to sit by while someone else was being attacked. He seemed to be doing just fine on his own and she could keep out of the way and even hidden while she cast, lurking behind some of the rubble and disarray of the district. All she needed was one well-timed attack. She gestured, bringing her hand up and clenching her fist as she cast a bout of force magic; one of the Krogan was suddenly slammed into the ground out of nowhere, stunning him temporarily.