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[ She snickers when she sees him, then extends her right arm. ]

I've washed my hands. Just so you know.

...I didn't even think of that but thank you for the consideration.

[ He reaches out and takes hold of her arm with both hands, his grip gentle but sure as he guides her through some stretches to test range of motion. ]

Tell me if it hurts.

[ She is grimacing slightly. Maybe he'd noticed. ]

You're stretching things maybe a little too hard.

[ Her muscles still feel like noodles, at least the ones she hasn't been concentrating hard on strengthening. Her biceps and thigh muscles are in better shape than these incidental muscles that perform smaller tasks. ]

Sorry. Your range is pretty limited, we'll have to work on that.

[ He eases up, starting a therapeutic massage. ]

Is it always this tight or just bothering you more right now?

A little of both.

[ She squeezes her fist to test the feeling of it while he massages higher up on her arm. ]

I haven't been able to punch the bags like I like. I mean, before coming here.

You've gotta take these things slow, or you'll set yourself back.

[ Her nostrils flare at that, frowning. ]

That's what Adrien keeps telling me.

[ She rolls her eyes, but huffs out a breath in an attempt to accept this. She looks at York. ]

The problem is I really have no idea how to take anything slow.

I get the feeling this place is going to force you to.

So far, it has. I tried to make a punching bag out of pool noodles and it didn't hold up. And I was punching them with these.

[ She balls her fists up again. ]

Impact is going to cause more damage. You should be doing bodyweight exercises and a lot more stretching.

[ She makes a face. ]

Like yoga? I hate that kind of shit.

Okay... but. Do you want to regain your strength and flexibility, or make it worse and never be as strong as you were?

[ She doesn't really respond, just stands there breathing a bit more heavily with an aggrieved expression on her face, watching him continue to manipulate and stretch her arm. Eventually her eyes shift to look at his face and she frowns slightly. He knows better than she does. He spent his whole life in a human body, after all. ]

Hey don't be mad at me for trying to help, I'm the one who's lived through serious injuries before. You'll be back in shape faster if you take it slower. Trust me.

Being human sucks.

[ She pulls her arm gently away so she can roll her arm at the shoulder and see how the forearm feels now. It feels like stretched plastic, like it's gotten thinner and lighter and weaker. ]

Sometimes. I wasn't done, though.

[ She puts her arm back out. ]

Are you sure this is going to help?

I'm sure. North did it for me every day before and after my physical therapy, I was back in action early.

[ She sighs lightly. ]

Okay. Okay.

[ It's a set of very unconvincing 'okay's. ]

You're going to keep fighting me on all of this, aren't you?

D, got any stats?

[ She rolls her eyes. ]

I guess? It just doesn't make sense to me.

[ There's a beat. ]

Okay, slow down--

[ Delta feeds York a long string of studies and statistics, that he repeats to Tex... it boils down to 'yes slower is better, yes therapy helps, yes you need to stretch, yes pushing strengthwise leads to massive setbacks. ]

[ The longer it goes on the more slack-jawed Tex gets, until such point as she notices she's doing that and snaps her mouth shut. When he eventually finishes, she replies: ]

He had all that saved?

[ It's too bad she can't just talk to D. It would feel ridiculous just relaying a whole conversation back and forth. ]

...I may or may not have asked him to download wikipedia one time.

[ She snickers lightly. ]

You're just as bad a nerd as the rest of them.

[ Anyway, thus mollified, she watches as he continues to manipulate her arm. ]

I suppose you should do the left, too.