"You overextend doing this. You do this every day, your arms and back will fucking hate you for it. They won't get strong, just hurt. So best to do weights two, three times a week. The body needs to rest. No point in doing shit if it's not helping you to do it." He eyed her while she stretched, hanging back and keeping a respectable bubble of space between them. He was watching to see if she'd strained herself, sure (though he really didn't think anyone could with such a light weight), but he was also just appreciating the view. He wasn't a moron, or a homosexual. "Cardio, sure. Not always running, but that's the easiest, yeah. Even numbered days, like today, I do upper body. Abs. Tomorrow, lower body. Sometimes I run, but when it's fucking hot like this I wait until night to do that."
This was all very matter-of-fact. He certainly wasn't ashamed of the routine he used to maintain his body, anymore than he was the body itself. There was a part of him that liked that she asked. It was the attention, but also the curiosity for details. She seemed to recognize that he wasn't just an average motherfucker, someone to be overlooked or written off. Not everyone reacted to him like he was something distasteful just because he phrased things a certain way, but a lot of people did. He was used to being looked down on, but the more he talked this woman, as haughty as she might seem in glimpses, the less he felt like she was actually looking down on him. The way she took his instruction and casually threw the curses back at him, the way she asked her questions. He liked that. It was strangely flattering, in a way.
"Heh. Yeah. I'm not from around here that's for fucking sure." He almost told her the simple truth, without a single hint of embellishment, but he didn't want to risk sounding dull. Not at this point. "Southern states, mostly. Arizona, California. My mother's family is from Mexico, but I got family in a lot of places. Cuba, Hawaii. Lived in New York maybe... eight years? Before the whole fucking world went to shit. Wasn't expecting to die here, but what the fuck ever, right? Me vale madre. I don't give a fuck."
He shrugged. "I don't mind questions, mami. Lot of fuckers in this place don't talk to me."