Somehow she'd figured he'd be reluctant. Men had odd hang ups about yoga. But she might keep on trying anyway, later. She follows suit and struggles up on her feet, feeling certain muscles protesting already; she'd be sore tomorrow.

"Actually, I think I'm going to do the same thing." She'd already gotten in more than enough exercise while waiting on him, earlier. "Do you, um..." she trails off, suddenly awkward. She's sure the place has plenty of showers, but she doesn't want to be presumptuous. "Want to take the one in your room, or...?"