Her bruises from the fight with the Twelve Brothers hadn't been bad enough for her to ask for them to be healed, so her jaw and cheek and chest and arms are still dusted with purple and blue, now edging toward strange mustard yellow colors.
But it feels good. It feels right, the way hitting the tree had, the way hitting the center of that target had, the way sparring with the Jabari had. It all makes her feel more like herself.
And Agent Thirteen? She doesn't hang around waiting for someone to give her something to do.
She's kept from seeking out the Dora or their training grounds, but now, she makes her way to the wide plain where Ayo and Okoye are putting their soldiers through their paces. Evening is beginning to fall, and Sharon's timed her visit correctly – she hopes. If she's right, the session will be done in a few minutes, and Ayo will start making her way back towards the Citadel.
She's hopeful the other woman will allow some company. She's not sure how else to ask what she needs to ask. But until then, she waits, watching patiently, as the Dora finish their practice.
But it feels good. It feels right, the way hitting the tree had, the way hitting the center of that target had, the way sparring with the Jabari had. It all makes her feel more like herself.
And Agent Thirteen? She doesn't hang around waiting for someone to give her something to do.
She's kept from seeking out the Dora or their training grounds, but now, she makes her way to the wide plain where Ayo and Okoye are putting their soldiers through their paces. Evening is beginning to fall, and Sharon's timed her visit correctly – she hopes. If she's right, the session will be done in a few minutes, and Ayo will start making her way back towards the Citadel.
She's hopeful the other woman will allow some company. She's not sure how else to ask what she needs to ask. But until then, she waits, watching patiently, as the Dora finish their practice.