Jean can sense the new presence, but there's nothing threatening about it, so she simply goes on with her routine. Eventually, she moves into true strikes, feet lashing out and fists pounding the air.
The greeting slows her to a stop, and she turns with a grin as her hair finally falls back to her shoulders.
"Morning. ...I think." She always loses track of time when she's training.
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The greeting slows her to a stop, and she turns with a grin as her hair finally falls back to her shoulders.
"Morning. ...I think." She always loses track of time when she's training.