The 8th Noble
"Oh yeah?" Colette asked and finally moved to turn her treadmill off. She stood for a moment to let it push her off and back onto solid ground again before she grabbed her bottle and took a swig. "Like what?"
She beckoned at Reina to follow, turning to her side so she could look at the other woman as they went over to one of the nearby padded floors where Colette withdrew a pair of soft pads and gloves for them to grab.
Colette went for the pads and held them up, expecting Reina to follow along and put on the gloves.