Rich watched Videl go to town on that punching bag as he silently did his warm up stretches and when she finally stopped, he couldn't help but say something.

"Somebody's feeling a little cranky about being stuck here," Rich said teasingly. "Don't worry, though, you're not alone. A lot of us are pretty frustrated by it."

Just like Rich was pretty damn frustrated with his lack of coordination. That was what he was working on right now. Plyometric drills. Calisthenics to work on his coordination and reflexes. He was clearly having trouble with them, in a way that didn't really suggest he was just incompetent. He looked more like someone coping with a new disability, fighting against numbness vor paralysis in his limbs.

"Aside from grabbing us from where we're supposed to be, this place has a nasty way of laying extra limitations on a lot of us."