A brisk, but not unreasonable pace is what he sets for them, or so he would say. Four minutes for a mere half-mile isn't too much to ask, is it? That's his best approximation of the indoor track, at least; given the lack of precise measurements, it's what they have to work with. Regardless of pacing or success, he's pleased to see G'raha rising to the occasion. There's little else he could ask for, all things considered.

The jog itself is less important. What does matter is afterwards, as they naturally come to a close where they began. The water bottle, once kindly offered, is retrieved once more. This time, it's held out to G'raha for consideration. Gophers receive little benefit, and as far as sharing drinks goes—

This place demands significantly worse from them.

"I don't care for the stratification they're attempting to force upon us." Perhaps a mild statement, given the lead-in to their entire excursion. "No one deserves to be denied the opportunity to better themselves, nor is any one person entitled to being waited on."