Because he's not asking questions, Teagan isn't in the mood for commiserating and answering but he knows, they're on the same page when it comes to this. Hitting a bag, though therapeutic in a way, isn't nearly as challenging or satisfying than feeling flesh submit under a well crafted punch.
She's taping up, X's and support on well used joints that definitely isn't about the wound that's still oozing. Especially if she's going to continue training and continue with contact.
In the real world, in their respective fighting worlds, they never would have gone toe to toe. Most people would think her the lucky one in that case, that a woman has no place fighting a man, that she doesn't have the strength or muscle to win anything but a black eye. But Teagan is fast and her punches are focused. It has something to do with muscle but also with the technique, the position of the body when the attack is made. She hits hard and then bolts away, Triple T stood for Torrential Trouble Teagan.
She's no slouch and she'd gladly go up against any of the men in camp and not be afraid to learn something, to get her hits, to give her hits and wear the bruises like trophies.
"You want to warm up?" she'd been loosened up and he's just getting started. "Or just jump right in?"