Marta hated running. She wasn't bad at it, and she went out running with Aaron (she still thought he humored her more often than not, given his physical abilities) every day, but ugh, it was like ironing. She hated that too, but still felt like she had to do it.
That said, she couldn't help but feel like Aaron had the right idea as she stared up at the angry sky. "Where to?" she asked, unable to keep from stepping backwards as a sudden arc jumped between clouds.