[ This - won't be easy, tell that. Even if she was at her best - well, if she were at her best, she wouldn't be in this mess, wouldn't have to fight this woman at all, would be as she ought to be: out there, her sword in her hand, doing what a Queen ought to do. ]

Nor is it for me. This doesn't have anything to do with you, you can turn away. Right now.

[ But the material snaps in her hands, her weight drops low. They will both be quick. She doesn't have the blackwater's strength to throw around. Rather she watches the woman's hands, her feet, her face is only briefly glanced up to. ] My fight is with the Cetagandans.