She tenses slightly at the contact, but that tension dissipates after a couple of seconds. She focuses on slowing and evening out her breathing until it's a little less strained, before lifting her head.

"Bit of a complicated question," she says, with a weak little laugh. "I've pushed myself harder than that before, it's... I'm fine. In that way, anyway."

Better to exhaust herself and take all of this out on a bag than break her hand again, or turn on someone instead of something.

But even she needs a break, and she can't put this all off forever. She steps away to grab a bottle of water and beckons York over to a bench off to the side where she sits down, chugging half the bottle.