"It's only arrogance if you're satisfied with perfection." Allison pointed out, switching back to English so she could speak her mind with less effort put into correct translation. "You're right, there's always more to learn...which is why a great soldier will always seek out the next challenge once they've perfected what they know. The moment you rest on your laurels, you're dead."

She paused, lowering her gaze for a moment as she toyed with pushing back a cuticle on one nail. "I admit: my skills are a point of pride, but only in so far as it lets me protect what I care about most."

Reflexively, her gaze flicked to the side, finding Aramis across the room, and Porthos not far away from him.

"At least when they'll let me." she huffed testily under her breath, thinking of Porthos and his broken foot.