The instructive sort. Or the merciful. I imagine you'd prefer either of those to just being beaten bloody and left for your crew to find, hmm?

*She barely reacts to the feint, shifting her weight just enough that, had it been an actual strike, it would have missed--a minimal effort to let him waste all of his, it could say interesting things about her combat philosophy, if Jim is the sort to read philosophy into combat. She does accept that Jim isn't taking the bait, and raises her guard again, throwing a light mix of feints and strikes. She's not trying to trick her way around his guard again, yet, just trying to get his blood moving, and make him work to keep from getting hit.*