Rolling her eyes, she actually glanced at the equipment suspiciously. She didn't really have any intentions of breaking anything else. She hadn't meant to break the punching bag, it had just happened. At least she hadn't split the seams in the fabric. "I think the equipment will get over it." she said with a shrug. Trust Xander to make her almost feel bad the for non-existent feelings of things that weren't alive.
Fidgeting, she moved to sit down a small black weight bench, just because she didn't really feel like standing, though she didn't reach for any weights. At least not yet. Building muscle wasn't really her thing. Shrugging, she rested her hand on her fist, leaning forward slightly. "No idea. I eat, sleep, train and slay. So things aren't really my concern these days." no, she wasn't bitter, at all.
"I'm fine, I guess." she told herself she wasn't going to wine about it, or maybe people think she was the evil bitch slayer from hell who wanted to take power into her own hands.