Drea grabbed a dumbbell on her own, doing a set with one arm, then the other. She was using this as more of a cooldown than anything else, so she wasn't pushing herself nearly as hard now. "Don't usually show off for the hombres," she said with a slight smile.
"So, how long did you have, anyways? Before you finally got out? I still had 13 years of a 15 year sentence." She'd been trying to make simple small talk, but realized right away that he might not want to talk about it. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that."