Claire was frustrated by the ongoing lack of answers about who wanted to kill her and their fruitless search. She needed to blow off some steam but couldn't exactly go for a run right now. She really preferred actual running to using her mom's old treadmill (there was something about running in place that felt weird) but she was desperate.
She hadn't exercised properly since getting shot at in the park because she had been either too stressed or too busy keeping Alex entertained. It was overdue.
"I'm going to exercise," Claire said as she stood and removed all of the accessories she had found in the closet.
Alex blocked the door so she couldn't leave. "You aren't allowed to go outside."
"I'm not going to go outside! There's a treadmill in the spare room; I'm going to use that. I do need to get changed though so if you'll excuse me…"
