[ Sorry Stephen, you’re old and Santana’s whistle is cool! For all Santana’s talk about racing, she doesn’t actually go that fast, instead trailing behind him just enough to put the fear of god mephisto teen cheerleaders in him.

Once they’ve made it to the top of the stairs: ]

Cool, now you won’t pull a muscle. Now, back down to the fitness center. I’m gonna take you through some stretches.

[ She’ll lead him down there, and focus mostly on stretching his legs and back, with some light arm motion thrown in. Throughout, she’ll shout Jillian Michaels-type “feel the burn” encouragements, delivered in the tone of a drill sergeant, even though the stretches themselves aren’t actually all that difficult — she’s mostly trying to avoid re-injury and get his body loosened up, at this stage. ]