Nita doesn't really train unless forced into it, but she's a natural athlete and incapable of staying idle for long, so it's inevitable she wanders into the gym eventually. Looking at her outfit, a green swimsuit accessorized fetchingly with bare feet, anyone would think she was on the way to the pool, but really, that's just how she dresses. Granted, she is on her way to the pool, but it's not like she'd be dressed any differently on the way to the mess hall or a mission. It's her culture, okay.

It's her first time here, so she follows a meandering course around the training room, poking at unfamiliar high-tech pieces of equipment, trying them out but never sticking to one long enough to count as a workout. Repetitions are boring. She does last a little longer in the gymnastics section, putting in an Olympic-caliber performance on the balance beam for the sheer joy of movement, but soon she's back on her exceedingly indirect trip to the pool, which at last brings her past Wash working out his aggression on a poor defenseless punching bag.

Nita makes sure she's inside his field of view, then waves, bare arm ornamented by a wide gold bracer. As far as she's concerned, she and Wash are friends now, and she wants to chat, because she always wants to chat, but if he wants to keep at the bag, that's fine too.