She'd been slowly working Claude back to strength over the last few days. She wasn't pushing too hard; the man had been worn to a thread. But if he was going to be any help, he'd have to get that stamina built up. Bennet probably wouldn't have recognized the woman facing Claude--abrasive, yes, and focused, but never pushing too far. These sessions, for once, weren't about her, and yet strangely enough, it was working out her tension. Even without a period of all out aggression.
She circled, eyes warily on the man before her. She was poised to dodge or strike, whichever she needed.