She tenses up like she's been shocked at the contact, the help. Huffs, slightly, as she rolls her shoulders and, begrudging though it sounds, she musters enough politeness to actually say, "Thanks," before she pulls herself back up.

Him being nice is still weird, but it's hard to stay outright pissed at him when he's actually helping her get a workout in after goddamnn days of sitting around restless.

Sure, the inane chatter Delta and York seem to love so much is still a pain in the ass but it's easier to tune it out when she's actually doing something.

...she's not sure if this means York is winning or losing.