Reggie didn't even remember the trip between the courtyard and the gym. He was still far too pissed off to see much that was actually going on around him, instead playing through the fight that he had with Jae and Brady in his head. He still couldn't understand why the two of them had practically jumped all over him. Where the fuck did they get off? All he had wanted was to keep the welfare of the people in the stocks in mind, and they had acted like he had called them monsters for not mentioning it first. Not everyone could be decent here, but that was some pure, unadulterated asshole that he hadn't dealt with in too long of a time.
He blinked when Jason told him to pick a target. Fist clenching up again, he swung at one of the punching bags, hand connecting a solid hit and sending the bag flying, coming back with his left fist next as it swung back. He didn't need to hit another person to get rid of some of the anger within right now, but hitting a punching bag a few hundred times certainly wasn't a bad idea.