Aña's breathing hard - the way you do after a good workout, not the way you do when you've run yourself ragged - and laughs breathlessly as she plops on the ground to stretch out a bit.

"Can't stop the parkour, I think it's woven into my DNA at this point." She does a split, rolling forward onto her stomach, propping her chin on her hands and watching Natasha's own stretch-out. "You probably would've won though, if you had. You're muy rápido."