"eighty one- eighty two.."

You couldn't tell if the hunk of scrap she was lifting was way heavier than her, or if she was losing her strength. But Strongarms focus was off- and it has been for awhile. At first, she took your offer to spot her as a sign of pity, which was something she didn't take too kindly to. But she knows your right, backup would be helpful. So here you stood, leaving against a rusty display shelf as you kept count of her lifts. Shed go off number every once in awhile. Her focus was at an all time low. Something was definitely wrong. She stopped mid lift, turning to you with an eyebrow raised

"What number did I leave off at-?"