Tazendra had hesitated a bare fraction, whether it was because it took her a moment to adjust to hitting someone who looked like someone she liked, or because she had left the sword at her desk, and wasn't used to fighting bare-handed and without magic. And now... well, it depended on how dangerous Duster's Shadow was. Two against one was normally so boring.

"May I suggest that it is because before you lacked hands, or, as a matter of fact, a body?"

When you can't fight, banter. (Also, when you can fight, also banter.)