Once the mat was in place, Cora dropped down, positioning herself so that she could start on her push-ups. She was at three when she paused, holding her body weight up. "Ah, haven't been by medical." She admitted, and it was the truth. Cora, likely, wouldn't need medical....ever. She had met Caitlin, but that hadn't been medically related at all.
"If you count growing soybean in a Styrofoam cup, sure." Cora couldn't think of any other time that she had actually worked with plants, of any kind, before getting to this place. "But I'll learn. Have to. I'm 'defense training' too." Cora dipped down to do another push up.
"How long you been here?" Cora really needed to figure out how not to treat conversation like an interrogation.