I'm not even going to attempt to keep up with your training. I prefer to not get punched again, thank you. I'll trust you to pick out a suitable trainer then. Someone who won't go easy on me.

[He took a drink of his coffee, pleased. He hated being weak in any way- the last two years had been frustrating being practically bed-ridden for a lot of it.]

Help yourself to the coffee. It's something called a French roast- I have no idea what that means but it's better than anything I had in Midgar.