Enough was enough.

It was the morning of her fifth day in the convalescence room, and Rafferty had decided that she was done. She plucked the snails from her skin and deposited them in the long glass tank against the wall. Lacing up her boots and pulling on her bracelets, she got out of bed, and left the room.

Trevor was waiting for her outside. He wasn't alone. He was sitting next to a young man that looked familiar, but whom she couldn't place. The pair were speaking intently. Rafferty noticed their thighs were touching. Trevor wasn't great at playing hard to get.

Rafferty's Jack leapt to his feet.

"Rafferty! You're not supposed to be out until tonight—" he said.

"I'm done."

"But—"

"I'm fine. I'm done," she paused. "What, did you meet him in the hallway?"

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"Um, kinda," Trevor replied, a slight blush forming.

"Cody will be so disappointed," Rafferty teased.

"What? She knows, right? She must know. Where are you going anyway?" Trevor asked, changing the subject.

"The Box," she said, referring to the square, windowless room the Hunters used to train.

"Oh, come on. You're at least three days from being cleared for that," he said.

"I need to hit something," she said as she started down the hall. A deep bruise on her hip still hadn't fully healed, and there was a significant hitch in her step. Rafferty was hoping he wouldn't notice.

"You're limping. Why—"

"You coming or not?" she asked, speeding up as best she could.

Trevor mumbled apologies to his new friend, and hurried after Rafferty.

"All right. Ok. This could be good. You can ease back into it, get your timing down, show everyone how tough you are. Just promise me you'll take it easy the first time," Trevor said.

"Depends who steps up," Rafferty answered.

Trevor sighed. Standing in front of the Box, she shook her hair, giving herself a fiery red mane, and strode through the door as purposefully as she could manage.

Everyone inside stopped and looked at her as she did. Blaspheme's quip about her being famous ran through her head again.

Rafferty's hip was aching pretty good now. She probably overdid it trying to show Trevor exactly how fine she was. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Sheridan was across the room, talking with Lena. When she noticed Rafferty come in, she stopped chatting with her Jack, and looked over. Rafferty nodded at her hall mate. Sheridan slid her bow into a special holster strapped to her back, and took a step forward.

Under normal circumstances, Rafferty considered Sheridan a good training partner. She didn't goof off, and she didn't hold back. Sparring with Sheridan was tough, though. Sparring with Sheridan left marks.

Yeah, maybe this really wasn't such a good idea.