Integra: There will be more troops after me. Keep all your senses on alert.

Marian: Yes, sir!

Integra: Take this cloth. Throw it in the fire we left. Then catch up with me.

Marian: Sir?

Integra: They can’t be allowed to get their hands on any of my blood.

Marian: Oh! Of course — whoops!

Integra: How can you presume to protect me if you trip over your own feet?

Marian: …You don’t think it’s endearingly cute?