Clark has done his homework too, although isn't currently doing the math. There's an inquiring look at the numbers -- yeah? -- before concentrating on what he's doing. Fighting very slow phantoms. Starting to get it, though, less just miming and more concentrating on the intricacies of the movements, how he's balanced, what he's doing with the rest of himself when he pulls his right arm back to deploy a strike.

And if chest hair shows up during as neckline tugs with movement, these are the sacrifices we have to make.

Another smile, this time more crooked than the last. "France was fine," sounds genuine, despite the fairly tepid descriptor assigned to a whole nation. "First time I actually touched down there that I can recall, but didn't get up to much sight seeing. Diana was pretty set on not destroying any property while we practiced. Startled some cows instead. They got nice country."

Of course they do.

"You trained in Tibet, or?"