"Thanks," Adora replies and she means it. Her smile is still a little brittle, though. She turns and goes back to the bench and stretches herself out on it, hands rising to grasp the bar. Deep breath.

"They want us to be in good condition, right? If there's anything people like this don't skimp on, it's making sure their soldiers can fight."

She sounds like she's speaking from experience. She grunts as she lifts the bar off of the rack and starts on her set. One. Two. Three.