"How about you quit being a demanding diva?" She asked, approaching the machine.<br/><br/>Shula looked at the treadmill, glancing back at Faelan and back at the contraption. She stepped on the tracks, copying what the man did and looking at the buttons. Contemplating she reached for one, pulling back and furrowing her eyebrows. She was completely unfamiliar with how to turn it on or work it or even what it was called.<br/><br/>"Do you mind teaching me how to fucking work this thing?" She didn't want to admit that the demon world didn't have as much technological advancement as the human world.<br/><br/>~