A weapon is as sharp as it is usable. [Open]

"Sorok pyat', Sorok shest', Sorok sem', Sorok vosem', Sorok devyat', Pyat'desyat."
("Forty five, Forty six, Forty seven, Forty eight, Forty nine, Fifty.")

'The burn of familiarity, a weapon needs to be sharp.' Evelyn could remember her handlers words echoed through her mind when she finished the last of a long set. One handed pull-ups and push-ups they were Eve's bane, but the amount she did kept her body tone and limber but never altered her to the point of grotesquely built.

Sweat clung to her form with a graceful crack of neck and back before she took a few steps to loosen her muscles. Evelyn then got down into a 'downward dog' yoga position.

Evelyn wore a pair of black yoga pants, which paired with the matching shirt both clung to her like a second skin. From around her neck jingled her rose-gold cross, and her dog tags.. One being hers the other in the set being of her handlers. Standard issue for those in the secret force. Droplets of perspiration dripped from her hair and hit the mat as she stayed in this position.

"Vat are you vhistling about?" Evelyn asked softly. Her voice was a smidge monotone, but it held her curiosity. She while, unused to being cat called did not allow herself to be angered simply by such a thing. She was a weapon. Weapons had little use to taking a rise.. After all.. It was a compliment. Shifting positions she shifting into that of a 'basking snake' position, which gave her back a deep arch and pushed her chest out more so than before. Looking over her shoulder to Joker she kept a calm expression.

upon the adjustment of her position the scars on her back became more prominent. Despite having a texture of chilled cream there were more than one.. Three to be exact circular marks visible from the exposed skin on her back and shoulders. from the X style back. One on her left shoulder, one slightly diagonal where her lung is and the other on her left shoulder. Gunshots. Her right arm also held a wide scar as if it was a slash mark. Evelyn was keeping a lone ice blue eye on him. "Ver you actually.. eh.. louking for me?" She spoke louder this time, her Russian accent was very thick and she had to pause mid sentence to collect the proper word.

"A sung? I have neber really lestend to anyzeng but classical." She said softly, the position that she was in making it difficult to produce a higher octave that what she was already using. When Joker sat next to her Evelyn smiled gently, it was genuine for her. Crowds made her nervous but one on one like this? Cake.

For her the difficulty in the situation was that in one on one there was only one target. Anything higher than six other people made Eve distress due the heightened difficulty in taking on so many. While in social situations that is not an aspect in it, but.. Sometimes the defectors mind drifted there just in case.

Concentration was key in this moment to speak English and to pick the proper words that she wanted. It took a moment for her to reply. "I vouldn't mind cumpaney. Youga es whery relaxing. And it es a good streatch. Ere get intwo ze poseition I am in."

Upon joker doing so she then slowly lifted her legs as high as she could before stiffing her back and lifting her arms to be level at the shoulders behind her. "Zeis es ze locust poseition."

"Boo?" She mimicked in her accent as she quirked a brow to him. Modern slang was far beyond her. But as he pulled out his phone and played the song she just grinned. "Mein en Handalar feared Amerrycan rock and roll vould rot mein brain." A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she exhaled slowly. Relaxing she then rolled over quickly. Placing her arms palm down into the grass she put her feet together first then she began to raise them. Higher and higher she brought them up until her ankles went up and over her head and her shoe covered toes found purchase in the grass once more. This position put her rear high up in the air as her body arched wonderfully. It wasn't an overly strenuous pose but she did it easily. "Zeis es ze plow pose." She spoke softly from the compression of her lungs, it sounded akin to that of a seductive purr once more.

Holding the position for a good minute, much like she did with the locust pose she then turned over her hands and put them to her lower back before raising her legs up until her toes were pointed to the sky. "En des pose es ze Suppurted shouldearstand." A wide grin was on her features. He may not know it, but she was enjoying his company.. Even if he commented on her rear.

"I sketch." She stated rather plainly as she got to her feet, taking his hand as she did so. "I eh.. I listens to Klassicel mewis and I train. I do not get much down teime, only an hour a dey." She stated as she looked at Joker. She quirked an eyebrow at the nickname that he gave her, though she didn't mind it she knew he didnt ask her name. It was odd that she was indeed ok with it.

Shrugging mentally she looked over Joker while bitting her bottom lip, while in thought for a moment. "I enjoy ebility training ze most. Ets when I feelz most free." After a moment she noticed that her hand was still in his. Phyiscal touch minus what she had in training was foreign to her and it made her blush lightly.The fingers of her other hand came up to her dog tags and she instinctively began fiddling with them they were in Russian with English code names in quotations under the Russian text which read one one tag 'Evelyn Pierce -Weapon', the other one read 'Morris Donovan -Handler'.