I8: Kick, Punch, It's all in the mind (Open)

[Wanda Johansen]

Wanda had gotten permission to go through a training program in the Danger Room, since her strength made typical sparring somewhat risky. Today, she was in what looked like a typical gym, although most of the equipment looked far heavier than the standard gym. She had her hands and ankles wrapped and she was working a large bag, striking it repeatedly with her knees and shins. The force of the blows were clearly audible, even though the bag wasn't moving much.

[Tommy More]

Tommy More was observing from the observation desk.

"Hullo..."

[Wanda Johansen]

Wanda didn't break the routine, switching to her other leg, but she did respond, "Hello." She glanced up at the observation deck to see who was talking.

[Tommy More]

"No, no, hullo as in an interesting sight."

[Wanda Johansen]

"Oh, I suppose I am that." The rhythm of her strikes seemed to be guiding the rhythm of her words too.

[Tommy More]

"Well, I didn't mean anything by it."

[Wanda Johansen]

She stopped her routine and looked up at the observation deck with her hands on her hips. "Well, obviously you meant it was an interesting sight or you wouldn't have said it. Unless you're in the habit of saying things you don't mean?" She raised an eyebrow.

[Tommy More]

"Of course not!" Tommy blustered.

[Wanda Johansen]

"Well, then that's settled," she said, switching legs and starting to hit the bag with her knee, laughing.

[Tommy More]

"Quite," Tommy chuckled back.

[Wanda Johansen]

"Did you need to use the Danger Room?" Wanda asked, mentally counting off the knee strikes before switching back to the other leg.

[Tommy More]

"Not for another half hour. I just arrived early."

[Wanda Johansen]

"Well, if you need to warm up, you're welcome to come in. There's more than enough room."

[Tommy More]

"I'd hate to disturb you..."

[Wanda Johansen]

"I'm going to be winding down soon anyway," she said, stepping back from the big bag and laying into with straight kicks repeatedly. "And I wouldn't have offered if I thought you would disturb me."

[Tommy More]

"Well, of course, but one must always defer to a lady."

[Wanda Johansen]

"That's nice, but unnecessary."

[Tommy More]

"'Tis always necessary! Chivalry is not dead."

[Wanda Johansen]

"So me saying it's unnecessary means nothing?" She slammed the bag with a particularly hard kick so that it actually moved a little bit.

[Tommy More]

"I wouldn't go ~that~ far..."

[Wanda Johansen]

"But if I say it's unnecessary to defer to me and you insist on deferring to me, you're really not deferring to me," she glanced up at the observation deck and then hit the bag with her elbows, alternating hits.

[Tommy More]

"I...but...what?"

[Wanda Johansen]

"I'm not going to explain it again," Wanda said, smiling as she stepped away from the bag and stretched.

[Tommy More]

"But..I...that is to say..."

[Wanda Johansen]

"Yes?" Wanda asked, looking up at the observation deck again, finishing out her stretching routine.

[Tommy More]

"I mean...there was no intent..."

[Wanda Johansen]

"No intent to what?" She pressed, trying to hard to not laugh and mostly succeeding.

[Tommy More]

"I mean, to insult in any way..."

[Wanda Johansen]

"If I'd been insulted, I'd be threatening to slap you. I'm Wanda, by the way."

[Tommy More]

"Ah.

Tommy More," he replied.

[Wanda Johansen]

"Pleased to meet you," she said. "The room is all yours now, by the way."

[Tommy More]

"Are you sure? I would hate to inconvenience you..."

[Wanda Johansen]

"I'm done. No inconvenience. Honestly."