Nat's no stranger to mats needing to be repaired, and with Danny gone, there's no one to take it up with. Which is why she's brought along a couple of borrowed sewing needles, along with some of the burlap she'd found in the supply room and a spool of thread, meaning to do some repairs this morning.

She isn't entirely surprised when a voice calls out as she slips silently through the front door, but the voice is an unfamiliar one which means her entrance into the side room is just as silent, giving her a chance to take a look at the speaker. One guy--looks young, but not as young as Kamala--limping around the mats, looking down like he's scanning for something. Maybe he's got the same idea she had.

"Noticed a tear over by the window when I was in here yesterday afternoon," she offers by way of greeting. "Figured I'd come back this morning to fix it, and anything else I found. I don't think Danny would forgive me if I didn't try to keep things in order." Not that they'd been the best of friends or anything--Danny took to martial arts like a converted zealot--but she'd respected him well enough.