Nico laughed; not another bitter one but an actual, genuine-sounding laugh.

"What part of this--" she gestured to herself, still giggling, "--makes you think that I have any level of machismo when it comes to physical activity? I did marching band for P.E. credit, I'm not about to pretend to think I can keep up with a guy who looks like he could bench-press me."

She let go of the Staff, propping it back against the wall again.

"I wouldn't say no to some endurance training, though. And some tips on how to hit people if they grab me."