"Oh, come on, three more!" she muttered through gritted teeth. Soap had been watching her for five minutes. She was counting wrong. Breathing wrong. But she wasn't giving up.

She was new, that much was clear. Not just from her lack of routine, but from the tiny spark of panic in her eyes whenever she thought someone might see her.

He leaned against the wall, grinning slightly. When she nearly buckled on push-up number eleven, he cleared his throat. She flinched. "Relax, rookie" he said, moving closer. "You're training here, not for the Olympics."

She blushed slightly. "I just wanted—" "—to keep up?" He grinned. "You're already keeping up." He gestured to the mat. "But breathing helps."