"You make it sound like I'm crazy," she teased, stretching her arms behind her back. "I'm just... dedicated to improving even if it means working really hard," she said. "That sounds a lot more sane than running around invisible opponents." Angelina was a morning person, herself, though mostly out of necessity. She had always had difficulty sleeping. Falling asleep was hard enough, and staying asleep past five thirty in the morning or so was pretty much impossible. It worked for her, though. More time to work out! Though, her morning breakfast ritual of a donut/cinnamon roll/pastry and coffee was far less healthy than Oliver's. She wouldn't be giving him the details.
"You do have paperwork on your desk," she said, smiling. "The healer said I'm good for the week as long as nothing happens. I have to go back in next Monday for a checkup though and he made it very clear that I might not be cleared to play next week. Just depends on my arm I guess." She rolled her shoulders, as if proving everything was in working order. There was a twinge, but nothing worse than she had been playing with for the past few years. The harsher pain that had sidelined her the week before seemed to have ebbed with a little bit of rest.