The gymnasium and training area seemed a dream come true to her.  Eyes brightened while the fresh matts and weights came into her view.  Already she began to run through the exercises she could perform, mentally setting up routines that she could only dream of pushing herself through at home.  Back in a dusty barn her father’s weights rested with only a single bench and a few hand weights to keep her occupied.  Much of the routines and exercises she had gone through were based off minimalist military ones.  Here she could push herself to another level.  The thought excited her as much if not more than the man she had meet only minutes ago.  Then she looked to see that Storm was no longer with her but rather amidst a group formed on the matt.  Did they expect her to spar as well?<br/><br/>Slowly she stepped up toward the forming group to bear witness.  Words were flung around rapidly and one man left.  He had been part of the brawl earlier and she wondered over his sudden departure.  He did not seem upset but the voices from the matt sounded displeased.  Caroline did not have to lift herself up her tip toes to see the scene.  Indeed she was well placed to look down on the others and observe.<br/>