Brick set the training dummy down carefully, taking a slow breath before turning toward the newcomer. She opened her mouth to speak, hesitated, then tried again. “You… uh… new. Here.” She took two slow steps forward, lifting a hand as if to explain something, but stalled halfway through the gesture. “I… help. If… you want. I’m… good at—” She paused, brow tightening as she searched for the word. “Training. Yes. Training.” Trying to smile, she pointed around the room. “You… no need be… scared. I… nice. I try… be nice.” Then she picked up a metal bar to demonstrate an exercise, but looked back first, wanting to make sure she was understood. “We… train. Slow. Together. You… learn. I… teach. Sorry… I talk… little.” Her words were broken and simple, but her gentle approach made her intentions clear — she wanted to help; she just didn’t always know how to say it.