She shakes her head at him and mumbles, "This is so fuckin' weird..." as she moves to get herself set up for a leg workout, too. Weird as it is, she's not satisfied with stopping here so she won't. She has time to make up for.
She's already visibly more at ease than she was, despite York's continued presence and despite the constant background noise. It's almost a little more... familiar, more like just putting up with York back in the Project. Impossible as it is to forget why he's here, the ulterior motives behind the niceties, with Delta's puck an inconvenience around her neck, he's at least not going on about it directly. Yet.
After a few sets, as she takes a drink and catches her breath, she idly snarks, "You two really could make talking a fucking sport," just to feel like she's not laying down and letting him walk all over her. She still can't tell who's 'winning', here.
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She shakes her head at him and mumbles, "This is so fuckin' weird..." as she moves to get herself set up for a leg workout, too. Weird as it is, she's not satisfied with stopping here so she won't. She has time to make up for.
She's already visibly more at ease than she was, despite York's continued presence and despite the constant background noise. It's almost a little more... familiar, more like just putting up with York back in the Project. Impossible as it is to forget why he's here, the ulterior motives behind the niceties, with Delta's puck an inconvenience around her neck, he's at least not going on about it directly. Yet.
After a few sets, as she takes a drink and catches her breath, she idly snarks, "You two really could make talking a fucking sport," just to feel like she's not laying down and letting him walk all over her. She still can't tell who's 'winning', here.