[ Angela mirrors the weights he adds to one end and slides the same onto the other in near-perfect sync, keeping the balance going until they're setting the pins and she's reaching over to dust her hands and take hold of the bar, giving it a little experimental lift. There's some strain, but she can still manage it. They'd be just fine.

When he seems to debate how best to answer her, she'll politely divert her eyes and dab at the sheen on her temples with her towel, waiting patiently as she drinks some more of her water and finally sets it aside. The moment he does, however, she won't need elaboration.

There aren't many kinds of slavery that involved forcing someone into things they didn't want if you're going to avoid words like "labor" or "dirty work". Her expression turns somber, but she nods. ]

I see. I can't say that's the sort of answer I expected, but it does explain some peoples' demeanors. I'll try to keep on my toes; thank you, Snake.

[ With a bit of a flourish, she'll invite him to the bench while she stretches out her arms and shoulders once more. She's ready!! ]