If I hadn't made me

It's a cool day, and a little damp, but not cold.

Even if it were, that would not prevent X from going through her exercises. Currently she's working on different springing passes, fighting an invisible and imaginary opponent of some stripe.

She does a lot of bouncing between rocks. And flips.

This is punctuated by short, brutal striking patterns, designed for maximum efficiency.

Or so one would suppose.