[Camelot - Open]
"Not just – " A small gasp as the arrows zoom past, but Frost recovers quickly and grunts as she shoots a few villains to their right. "You. They're like – they're like projections, but we're not – " Her voice is almost bewildered now, but only for a moment. She lets out a frustrated groan of supreme aggravation and shouts as she continues shooting, her long-buried French-Canadian roots slipping through in the melee. "RAH! C'est tout fucké!"