Sammy's eating a protein bar. She didn't say thank you, didn't say anything at all. But it was in her hands, and then it was in her mouth, and she's licking a bit of peanut butter off her lips that was left there from how fast it went in. 

Funny, right, that there really wasn't anything to improve on here. The greatest genetically modified super foods the world could offer and the best dense snack was the same mashed up nuts that everybody had been eating for generations. Far enough back to before there was genetic enhancement, far enough back to when they had historical vids that were only in black and white and still people were eating peanut butter bars to sustain them on the road, the trail, the war front. Made you wonder what the point was of improving all these things.

She wiped her mouth with a bare arm. "What do you know? Maybe this is just how I build muscle." She's got a grin now though. A combo of the food and an idea that just occurred to her. "Unless, you'd like to go a round instead. I'm pretty sure that'd be good training. Assuming you're even half as tough out of the arena as you are in it, Maxi."