Hit Girl had no questions, but she WAS going to do something she never did, if only because it made more sense than anything. She took off the wig, the mask and the suit and laid it neatly by the wall. She was already in shorts, a tank top and low top shoes, getting started on the exercises at hand.

The army push ups were easy enough, but the others were pretty strenuous: if she had been in her Hit Girl clothing she would have been overheated as hell right now. Practicing the kips were good though: she could manage kips, but they had never been in a way she was fully confident, and she tended to do them messily and lost time righting herself. So she pressed on, saying nothing but making the occasional grunt.