Beth just shrugged. "I tell it like it is; I've never believed in prettying words up so that other people can accept them easier. I don't know if that's motivational or not; I've never thought of myself as anything but me," Beth explained. "People can either like you and you can be miserable fitting into their mold, or people can ignore you and you can be happy being who you are. I choose to be happy being who I am." She pushed herself off the table. "I gotta introduce you around a little later; get you enrolled in some of the training classes." She set the dummy back up, and pulled Tabby over to it. "Tough is a state of mind, not body, but it's good enough to start with. Punch him." She pointed to the dummy. "Pretend its whomever you like least in the world, and let it fly."