Carmel hadn't been to a true gym in years, but the atmosphere was unchanged. She had always enjoyed a good work out and the camraderie age found there. Ironically enough, though her wariness of her brother's friends had led her to start it, one of his friends had encouraged her in it.
She heard the snort of amusement and she grinned ruefully, tucking a stray enterprising curl under the tie and patting around to make sure she had at least coralled the majority into submission for the meantime. When she glanced up again, though, he had turned away, and she wondered at his behavior. She had thought they'd gotten on well while in the kitchen - pehaps her deciding to cook so much offended him? Maybe he had wanted to do more?
She leaned into a long stretch, feeling the tug in tense muscles that spoke of both weariness and being a bit upset at herself. She looked back up at him at his question. "It has been awhile, but I used to have one. I like kickboxing awful well, and I used to do it and a bit of yoga and occasionally something more cardio based. I'm going to have to work back up to a lot of things though," she admitted a little ruefully, though she had stayed fit enough in prison.