Corbie shrugged, not bothered by it. She was pretty damn pleased with what she's done anyway. "They're trained to use magic in combat. In a fight if I took that long, or lost track of my surroundings, I'd be dead. Not that that's a goal of mine, but it bears remembering anyway."

Though she can see the Automaton swinging at her head. She knows even now she probably couldn't have killed it, but at least now she knew how.