As he started to heckle, she continued her curls. Gaze stubbornly locked on the opposing wall, she breathed in and out slowly and heavily. She listened to some degree, just in case the idiot actually did make good points. But his slights at her technique - Melinda's technique - and arms - not completely toneless? - bit annoying little holes in her brain.
He looked like a little monkey watching her, and for a moment, she considered trying to throw her weight around in order to get him dismissed. But she had to be civil. Setting the dumbbells down to rest, she looked over at him while resting a hand on her hip.
"You're right, I haven't. Those eight thousand reps are just part one." It was obviously an exaggeration, but she was throwing his stupid back in his face. "I know it's a little intimidating, but don't worry. You aren't the only one." She smiled again and picked up the dumbbells to complete the second half of her curls quota.