Cora's room was small, but cozy. There was another note on her pillow, this one much shorter and much less flowery.

Cora,
Head to the gym.
-Turnbull

Cora wandered out her room, feeling lonely. She hadn't equipped her knives on her yet, feeling that she didn't need them for the moment. After asking a woman in a lab coat where the gym was, she was instructed down several long halls, a few left turns, to a large door. She headed inside.
Cora had seen one or two gyms in Mexico, but she was sure that no gym in all of North America could stand up to this. One wall was just a long panel of mirrors, the other walls were painted creamy white, with blue clouds appeared to have been painted on. There was paneling that took up half the wall, that appeared to be some rich, unmarked wood. The air was cool, the floor tiles were heated, and the gym equipment was plentiful.
A short woman with flaming red hair and dazzlingly green eyes strode up to Cora, then eyed her expectantly.
"Cora Merandez?" she asked in a heavy French accent.
"That's me." Cora said.
"Right. The Mexican. You'll not be ready for this part of the gym yet. You still need to work on elementary skills, such as falling on your back, grappling, the works."
"Oh." Cora said. "I was actually hoping to learn what this training is for."
"To serve Umbrella." The woman said. Cora read her name tag, frowning.

Irene Elizabeth Dinzali Umbrella Inc. Trainer #A1401

"So, what, you just train people all day? Sounds boring."
"It puts food on the table." Irene said. "Now, to you I am Trainer Dinzali. Follow me, and we can start some of the basics."
Irene lead Cora to a door hidden cunningly among the mirrors. She opened it to another room. The tiles were still heated, and there was still the mirror-wall, but those were the only similarities between the main gym and this room. The floor was covered with dark blue mats, and the walls were a dark green color.
"What is this place?"
"It's my personal training spot. I bring new trainees here." Irene said confidently. She switched on a radio. Guitars began to wail. Irene grinned. "Welcome, mon ami, to what I call 'The Jungle'. Now, see how long it takes for me to pin you, Merandez."
"Yes, Trainer Dinzali." Cora said, tensing. Without another word of warning, Irene flung herself at Cora. Cora let out a cry as Irene drove an elbow into Cora's midsection, sending the taller woman toppling backwards. Cora lashed out,sending a right hook right into Irene's face. She could here a cry from Irene. Cora groped for a dagger that wasn't there, and Irene seized Cora's arm and flipped her open.
"Ow... ow..." Cora whimpered into the mats. "Will you get off of me?"
"One." Irene said emotionlessly.
"You're hurting me!"
"Two."
"OW!"
"Three. I win, Merandez."
"Oh, well as long as we're being fair..." Cora said sarcastically, getting to her feet and rubbing her arm.
It took three more tries before Cora was able to draw blood from Irene, and only when the clock on the wall said it was three o'clock was Cora able to break out of a pin. Irene looked satisfied.
Cora lay on the ground, gasping for air. Just because Irene was tiny didn't mean that she wasn't vicious.
"You all right, Merandez?"
"Yeah." Cora got back to her feet. Before she was completely oriented, Irene had tackled her. Cora tried to keep her balance, throwing out a hand to catch herself and using her other hand to push Irene backwards. Irene twisted to the side, landing on her feet and laughing. "Your problem, Merandez, is that you keep on falling on your elbows. How did you get so clumsy?"
"I am not clumsy!" Cora protested. She was sore, battered, and exhausted. Irene was quick on her feet, and strong. The strict bun that Cora's trainer had had was now loose, and her hair was scattered loosely.
"Yes, you are. You need to work on your landings."
"Look, Irene, all I want to do is see my little sister." Cora said wearily. Irene suddenly moved like lightning, seizing Cora's braid and yanking it back so that Cora was forced into some grotesque arch.
"What did I tell you?" Irene said softly. Cora couldn't respond, she tried to hit Irene, but Irene swatted away Cora's fist easily.
"Stop it!" Cora finally managed to say in a strained voice. Irene scowled.
"No, I didn't say 'stop it'." She finally said. Cora felt that she was going mad with the pain. "I told you to show me the proper respect and to call me 'Trainer Dinzali'."
"I'm sorry!"
"No you aren't, you miserable wretch." Irene decked Cora in her side, and Cora fell to the mats, coughing and clutching her ribs. Irene scowled. "And you call yourself a trainee? I could go out and find any pathetic woman off the streets, and she could beat you. Now, leave. I'll see you later."