Faith was on the verge of probably knocking the punching bag off it's hook when she caught a movement from her eyes. She stepped back from the bag in time to see the orderly setting a bottle of water nearby for her, and the nineteen year old eyed both the water and the man suspiciously for a moment. She didn't trust it when people gave her things, 'less it was someone she was working for. Even a bottle of water brought suspicion these days.
She waited until he walked over to the other woman-or maybe she was a kid, 'cause she was smaller than B. Picking up the water, she cracked the top and drank deeply, then swept a hand across her brow to get rid of some sweat. This place was throwing her off, and she didn't like that. She still felt like she was in shape and all, but a part of her wondered if they were slipping her drugs somehow, despite what the doctor told her. She didn't feel quite as strong as she usually did.
The brunette headed over to some pull up bars that were actually almost right beside the woman who was doing yoga. Faith continued to ignore her pretty much, setting her water down and giving a light jump up to the higher of the bars. She proceeded to begin lifting herself up and letting herself slowly come back down, jaw clenched as her eyes slid shut.