"Ti-tan-o-Machiaaaaa~" said Fingers. "What was [i]that[/i]?"

"Those were... keywords," said Titanomachia. 

"Hypnotic keywords, darling?" said Fingers. "Have you, perchance, hypnotized this poor innocent girl?"

"No! Sort of!" said Machia. "We're doing psychic resilience training - Taowu came out of the floor and - right over there! And she -"

"And this is your idea of resilient?" said Fingers.

"It's day three!" said Titanomachia. 

"I could do better," sniffed Fingers. "I will do better. And [i]you [/i]will do better too. Madeline, darling? I am going to be training you one day a week, and I am going to be training Titanomachia one day a week. You may sit in on those sessions if you wish."

"You're what?" said Titanomachia, every part of her freezing in shock except her mechanically assisted fingers.

"You are a [i]competitor[/i]," said Fingers. "In [i]my [/i]arena. You might have gotten used to a deadbeat trainer lifestyle on the lam from your fancy uptown matches, but as far as I'm concerned you're just another out-of-shape washout and I do not intend to let you embarass me. All chic, you two?"