"Who is?" she asked with a small smirk. It seemed to be a pretty senseless question, but she was only teasing him about it.
Looking towards the punching bag, she eyed it almost as if she was waiting for it to do something, to make some kind of move. But it just sat there motionless, of course.
"Alright..." she said slowly. "But make fun of me and I'm hitting you next." Heather had shot off hundreds of bullets and even swung a few melee weapons around so far, but that didn't take too much upper body strength, not as much as a punch, anyway. She didn't want to look like a mouse in front of Sam, but she pulled her right arm back and swung a punch directly into the bag. It was harder than she'd imagined, and a dull pain shot through her knuckles, but not enough to hinder her. She'd done it with a little less force than she would've otherwise. She had to be careful of her stitches.