{ hit me with your best shot

[strongerthanyouknow]

*CRACK*


*WHAM*





Anyone within sight of the gym in Apartment 2 is now treated to the sight of Sara Lance frowning at a punching bag on the ground. The 'Fitness Center' had already been a disappointment salvaged only by their being a hanging bag in the back class area.

She's barefooted and bare-fisted, and frowning.

Very much frowning.

That hadn't even taken two minutes. She hadn't even worked up a sweat. She definitely had not gotten anywhere near what she needed to get to feel her purpose was achieved.

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[strongerthanyouknow]

He doesn't mean it as a dig. That's not who Mick Rory is. Honestly, that's a damn comfort to not have to question about him. Mick Rory if he thinks you're fucking up anything from his patience to everything in the universe will point it, blunt as the broad side of a barn, with a growl thrown in and a good smattering of violent inspiration to put a light under you.

It still needles like one. She should have a plan.
Any kind of a plan by now that isn't just keeping people alive.





"What kind of engine?" Even if distractions aren't what she's looking for, herself.
At least aside from the one that put the bag she's sitting on under her now.

[bringstheheat]

No, if Mick meant it as a dig, she and everyone else within earshot would know it. But he's also not exactly the best when it comes to casual conversation mainly because people don't go to him for something so mundane. It's simply a distraction, a way to try and give her something else to think about, something else to focus on while he works and while she refuses to get up off the bag he needs to re-hang.

"Bikes mainly. Was rebuilding an old Indian before the Englishman showed up and kidnapped our asses up to that roof."

Sara, like Snart, needs a plan or some sort of direction rather than simply waiting things out. It's half the reason he brought in the extra equipment, the extra gear.

.. he also can't offer to distract her like he used to distract Snart..