"I know that, but as someone recently pointed out, there are different levels of screwed up," she said, although she still didn't see the point why they were putting on a scale who got a crappier family. "I hear y'all talk amongst each other, and it's different than when you talk to me. Not just you. Even last time, we ended up talking about family."
Savannah frowned. "It wasn't a plan. It was the truth. He doesn't really like me around, so he'll do what he can not to. It's logic more than anything else."
She chuckled. "I train four hours at home, so it's not like I'm changing much, or at least now that we're getting ready for nationals," she explained. "We do conditioning, which is running, jumping stretching and weights. We do tumbling, which is the flips you saw me do. We also do stunts, which I can't really do without a base. On the other hand, Sam got me punching back and fighting with him. In exchange he promised that he'd help me with my stunts, and since you already said that you would help me, I got my two bases."
Leaning toward Marty, she clapped his back, looking at him worried. "Are you all right? Be careful." She watched until he was looking and sounding better and then smiled. "I think you'd be great with them, and I help too, usually kitchen soups and hospitals, we do toys drive."