[ The treadmill keeps running, but Riley's moved her feet to its stable sides. She leans against it, and...it's unclear if she'd be on her feet right now, without that prop. ]
What? No, I... I can keep... [ There's a moment as she shifts, one leg going a little weak as the adrenaline drains out of her. ] Okay. Okay, maybe you're right.
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What? No, I... I can keep... [ There's a moment as she shifts, one leg going a little weak as the adrenaline drains out of her. ] Okay. Okay, maybe you're right.