[ With her dominant hand still in a splint after an unfortunate... incident between her fist and a bulkhead, South's training options are a lot more limited than she'd like. Rather than doing all the combat training she wants to be doing, she's relegated to things that don't require both hands. Treadmills, leg curls, or pushing her luck a little by going one-handed for push-ups and pull-ups.
She pays little attention to her surroundings as she works out, not even casting an eye across the rest of the room until she eventually needs a break. She sits herself down off to the side of the sparring mats, because there at least she can observe other fighters among the New Hires, and watches the pink-haired woman for a while in silence.
New face, she thinks between swigs of water, and not half bad a fighter. Idly, she calls out just loud enough to be heard: ]
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[ With her dominant hand still in a splint after an unfortunate... incident between her fist and a bulkhead, South's training options are a lot more limited than she'd like. Rather than doing all the combat training she wants to be doing, she's relegated to things that don't require both hands. Treadmills, leg curls, or pushing her luck a little by going one-handed for push-ups and pull-ups.
She pays little attention to her surroundings as she works out, not even casting an eye across the rest of the room until she eventually needs a break. She sits herself down off to the side of the sparring mats, because there at least she can observe other fighters among the New Hires, and watches the pink-haired woman for a while in silence.
New face, she thinks between swigs of water, and not half bad a fighter. Idly, she calls out just loud enough to be heard: ]
Those things sure sting like a bitch, huh?