Steph rubs at her aching head, taking a moment to remember where she is. Right... she was working out. She can definitely feel the impressions of dirt where she was lying on her side.

"It's just a bad cold," she protests, though she doesn't hesitate to take the hand and drag herself exhausted to her feet.

"Maybe the flu. I just need a little sleep, then I can go home and take care of myself."