"Well, I was supposed to be training." There was a pile of sporting clay on the ground that she motioned to when she said it. She'd been using her telekinesis to send the clay discs around the room, trying to work on precision, speed and strength.
"But sometimes... well, I suppose Gloria Estefan was right. The Rhythm is gonna get you." The grin on her face spread a bit as she turned her attention back to him.