She doesn't say anything about the arm. In fact, she pointedly doesn't look at it. Aña would think it was discomfort if her voice weren't totally unfazed when she speaks again. Aña can't help but relax a little, knowing that whoever this woman is, she's not judging her. (Maybe she should ask her name?)

"Yeah, okay." It's not short, that's for sure. And there are plenty of pedestrians out, so it might be easier to just go the "running on top of benches and newspaper stands" route. But pace herself at first, to get a feel for the other woman. If she's average and already tired, Aña doesn't want to beat her by too much.

She does a quick set of leg stretches, not that she's probably going to need it, and then bounces a bit on her feet. "You want a head start?"