Bia was pretty sure she really needed this. Her talk with Nike had raised all kinds of questions she'd been sure were long buried, and while before she'd been so sure, now there was this tiny seed of doubt. So maybe punching the shit out of something would help.
She's pulled on a black tank top and black pants, tied her hair back and found her coat, then headed out. She saw Kratos swinging at one of the bags, and she taped up her hands and headed over. She gave him a nod and said, "Hey."