Meditation is a skill that Maine has never developed. He's more likely to fall asleep than reach a state of calmness or clarity. For Maine, his mind is at its clearest when he's in the midst of a fight. Trying to force that state outside of combat is just frustrating.

So perhaps it's a good thing that Maine doesn't live close enough to attend morning meditation. His warm-up consists of traveling from the North Village to the South. The ten-mile trek would intimidate many people, especially if it were undertaken more than once a day. But Agent Maine has been in Special Operations for a long time, and he's been a Marine for longer than that. At most, the trip takes him an hour and a half — and that's if he feels like running at a leisurely pace.

When he arrives at the dojo, Maine's ordinarily pale cheeks are flushed from the cold, and his eyes are bright from the exercise. He doesn't need to look around for Brigitte; she hops to her feet, appearing as lively as ever. It's still unusual enough that Maine blinks a little — few people are genuinely happy to see him, and he's far more accustomed to watching others cower — but then he gives her a small, brief smile as he nods a greeting.

It's hard for him to tell if Brigitte is a morning person or if she's just been up a while. Either way, it looks like they can get straight to work.

Leaving his coat by the door, Maine cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders as he approaches. Under different circumstances, it might be aimed to intimidate. But his expression is (relatively) open, and there's no sign of hostility. He's just loosening up.

As he moves to join her on the mat, he asks, "Warmed up?"