Shula had to choice but to pick up the pace with the treadmill. Her own physical traits allowed her to certainly move faster but even she had a limit when it came down to it. She was almost full on sprinting when she yelled at the man.<br/><br/>"Fucking stop! Slow this thing down!" She demanded, her tail swishing back and forth to keep her balance. She didn't seem to be struggling as much as the average person would have but she was still putting in a fair amount of effort. She didn't know who this man was, thinking he could push her around so much. She supposed she didn't have much of a choice though; what else was she supposed to do? Sit there and do nothing? Not only would that have bored her to death but she wasn't about to miss an opportunity to get back in shape after all the facility had put her through.