[Mako isn't one to complain about training, or even to think about what parts she dislikes. It feels like an excuse to slack, or an excuse to start considering some parts of the program less important than others, and honestly, she's too focused and obsessive to start thinking about how much she hates some of their exercises.
The cold water conditioning, though. Mako would never admit it, but she loathes it.
Unlike Conner, she sheds her wetsuit immediately, and by the time he catches up, she's sitting on a bench, hunched over, in a hoodie that she's drowning in and her hair still dripping. She's shivering violently, jaw set to keep her teeth from chattering. She's trying to walk herself through the discomfort, telling herself that it will pass, that it doesn't matter, but when she sees Conner she feels cold all over again. She shudders, wrapping her arms around herself.]
Do you need a towel?
[Why else would he not be trying to warm up as quickly as possible?]
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The cold water conditioning, though. Mako would never admit it, but she loathes it.
Unlike Conner, she sheds her wetsuit immediately, and by the time he catches up, she's sitting on a bench, hunched over, in a hoodie that she's drowning in and her hair still dripping. She's shivering violently, jaw set to keep her teeth from chattering. She's trying to walk herself through the discomfort, telling herself that it will pass, that it doesn't matter, but when she sees Conner she feels cold all over again. She shudders, wrapping her arms around herself.]
Do you need a towel?
[Why else would he not be trying to warm up as quickly as possible?]