Shiavik had never been the type to sit down. With the high metabolism the Andorian people had been cursed with, she was no stranger to the distraction of everything surrounding her. It was almost as if she had naturally evolved to have a small case of ADD. Although, she insisted it was nothing more than casual bouts of hyperactivity. With this hyperactivity, came the need to move, the desire to put that energy into something productive to waste it, whenever it had no purpose to be stored. And ever since she had regained her ability to walk, those efforts had been put into exercise and training.

Dressed in a slim, black top with accommodating leggings and basic tennis shoes, she stood atop a thin mat, intended for standing yoga. With her shoes briefly discarded to the edge of the blue mat, she found herself completing a series of basic moves intended to liberate her body before she began any rigorous activity. After all, when she had face paralysis, her discs and joints had been severely weakened. Thus, she had to be careful, unless she wished to face unnecessary pain or further pressure upon those joints.

Standing with her spin straightened, her feet touching and her hips aligned with her shoulders, she drew upwards her hands, her gaze following them to the ceiling in a simple stretch. For the following minutes, she completed several more, having the same purpose as the former. Once completed, she knelt down to return her shoes to her feet, so that she might be able to get on with her exercise. Tying the last of her laces, she quickly rolled up her mat, wrapping the hold around it, before setting it by a bottle of water.

Lt. Jharaas
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