It was all Aeryn had been concentrating on in the time that she'd been on this island of nowhere. Crichton told her she was insane but Aeryn couldn't let her training slip up if there was a call to arms on the horizon. Twice a day she ran circuits, climbed the strange trees in the forests and had just discovered the place she was told was called a dojo.
But that Saturday walking into the dojo for the second time that day in her regimen, she saw an unfamiliar face doing graceful moves she hadn't seen before in combination. Fascinated, she watched the woman, trying to memorise her muscle movements. "Who taught you?" she asked from behind her.