[That's an order. The Soldier follows those. As she isn't an actual handler, though, it can qualify while it moves to the collection of weapons and select a sword:]

I need to be ready when more students show up. But I can show you for a few minutes.

[It picks a simple machete, familiar and with a good heft, even if not its favored weapons. Not the first time it feels jealousy for Scarett's curved sabers. It turns back to Kettara and holds the sword in a ready position. Waiting. (Come at me, doll. Let's see how you do.)]