Lakshmi looks across the soldiers as she's spoken too, close to the woman when she trained - and she didn't seem utterly hopeless as far as some she had seen. Their uniforms are not so different to what she knows, truth be told - or, rather, what she grew up with, an age ago. What her father told her that the Rajputs and Mughals wore, an era ago before that. Granted, in her time, armour has changed again. Guns had changed combat, she saw how it had.

She looks back at the woman and nods her head the once. "Look to speed, rather than weaponry. Seems you have ability enough if you train at it, you'll be as quick as you need." She's trying to be... helpful, hopeful even. It comes second nature even if she's pragmatic about it, no tremendous battle speeches, just a firm word or two when she thinks it's useful.

Granted, she has no business really sticking her nose in other people's thoughts but - well, being a Queen left one with some bad habits. That and at least in this kind of fight, she has experience to spare. Wets her lips against the cold and feels the sting of it on the wet skin, humming on a thought and how to put it. "Guns have their place, but bullets run out, and are always loud. Wasteful too, in close combat." She'd always, always take a sword or a blade, and only mostly out of nostalgia.