Lying on her back for the ump'teenth time, Jane studied the ceiling and wondered again why she had volunteered for this beating. "Man, I am out of shape!" she muttered to herself, trying to catch her breath. She closed her eyes and wiped the sweat off her brow.
In the silence, her stomach decided to make what seemed to be the loudest growl known to man. She looked down at her stomach, then up at Natasha in embarrassment. "Sorry, I was headed to the kitchen when I stumbled in here. Didn't realise I was that hungry!" She held a hand out to Natasha to ask for help up.