She hissed as his arrow clipped her shoulder painfully. Reaching up, she felt the tear in the cloth and the blood underneath. Hollandaise almost bared her teeth at Jack but, at the last moment, she swapped it out for a bemused, if a trifle forced, smile.
"Shadows? I wouldn't really know - would you? We haven't our memories, or experiences to draw from." She titled her head a bit, brown hair sliding across the side of her face.
"I do not fight for pride, but for the continued honor of my king and to hasten an end to this ridiculous fight." She paused and chewed her lip for a second, eyes narrowing.
"Is it what I do that you have issue with or to whom or my personal motivations?"