Broken bones and blood weren’t ever a pleasant topic, eve the mention of them made Bea curl her lip just a little. “Least she’s not a complete sadist.” And not handing out meds they were candy was something Bea couldn’t fault the doc for; it wouldn’t be good to not have any on hand when they were actually needed.
“Maybe.” Her inner clothing snob still wrinkled her nose every so often when someone mentioned wearing cast offs from someone else, but it just wasn’t practical to let that feeling dictate what she did and didn’t take ownership of. It was just for yoga anyways, wasn’t like she needed to make a statement. “So long as they’re not day glow orange. There’s just no fucking way I could make that color work.” It reminded her too much of the color that she always saw associated with deer hunting; she was more of a basic black or neutral colors kind of woman.
Whistling low, Bea quirked a smile when she caught the smug expression on Leah’s face. Clearly the woman was proud of her accomplishments, it was something Bea could admire; she’d rather see somewhat obviously proud of what they’d done than faking false modesty. “I could see self-defense instructor, actually. But yoga seems like it fits too.” Leah definitely got points for being infinitely less irritating than any other yoga instructor Bea had had the pleasure of running into before. “No, not completely new. I attended a few classes with friends during high school. But believe it or not, I acquired most of my flexibility from horseback riding.” It had been the one activity her mother insisted on, though Bea had never been anything more than average at it.
Bea smirked at Leah’s declaration of being an awesome instructor. “And so very humble too,” she teased dryly. “And just because I actually like you I’ll try not to wound your ego. Couldn’t have you doing something like throwing me out of this damn class.” She may not like it now, but she could see the benefits of it. “After all, there are only so many trips to Ossining I can take to keep myself occupied. Need to try and diversify the activities a little.”
Now that she seemed to be settling into the mechanics of the basic things that Leah had shown them, she could feel the frustration that she’d begun the class with ebbing away a little. After standing just under a minute on her other leg, she settled back into a standing position and gave Leah a full-on smile when Leah said she kept her running to a minimum because she smoked.
“Nicotine is such a bitch,” she agreed. “But I’m not willing to give up either vice, so I just live with the burn. Stubbornness on my part I guess.” And being able to keep a good sprint had saved her ass a time or two. She knew she should just give smoking up, but withdrawal was just one more thing she didn’t want to have to deal with. “It’s gonna suck when the world runs out of cigarettes.”