[ He grins. It's a bright, white grin, a movie star grin, a practiced grin, but one of impulse too. Funny she asks. It lasts a second, before he agrees; ]

You could say I'm familiar.

[ The switch is thrown again. Behind her, one of the mechanical stars swoops on by in a wide circle, barely avoiding collision with another. The one she's sizing up starts to life, spinning a short circle, its lights blinking, its claws extending -- as if it's staring back at her.

In the same motion, Cage steps over the line, and onto the training ground. He is not a huge guy, on the compact side of things, but there's a confidence at his core. He's equipped with a sidearm, but little else. Perhaps his role as trainer gives him some immunity. ]

You have a distinct advantage that you didn't have before. Everything around you -- gravity, friction, these machines -- are following orders. You're making decisions.

Decide to be better. Than these things, than gravity.