The girl moved with a purpose. He noticed that much, at least. He'd worked out enough stress to know when someone else was pushing through something, but it looked like she wasn't wrecking herself. So he'd left her alone, focused on his own stuff. Jogging. Shadowboxing. Speed bag. Jump ropes.

Well, he was, anyway. When she asked, he looked up, checked to make sure there wasn't anyone else she could mean, then shrugged his shoulders and tossed the ropes over his shoulder. "Yeah, I can do that."

Safety first, after all.

He meanders on over, taking a place at the head of the bench, hands resting on the bar. He'll move them when she's ready to start, preparing to catch them. "Hell of a place, huh? I think this is the first room meant for us that didn't go to the lowest bidder."