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[aregulargirl]

Who; Max Guevara and anyone else awake at the hours she is.
What; Testing herself in the gym.
Where; A gym! In Residential Zone 01, let's say, it makes sense.
When; A day or so after the mistletoe shenanigans, late night/early morning.
Warning(s); Nothing I can think of, maybe mentions of her background (harsh military grade training from very

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[thom_293]

Sure, the base has training facilities. But after just about a year of hitting the same treadmills, lifting the same weights, a guy gets restless, you know?

It's some time after Max was finished that he shows up, all seven feet of him, towel slung over his shoulder. He's in fairly recognizable military PT gear, the number 293 stamped across the upper right-hand corner of the shirt.

He waves at her, a casual, cursory greeting to a stranger, before he realizes she doesn't quite fit the bill. They'd only spoken once (and their conversation had been mostly audio) but they'd gotten along just fine, and she was a kindred spirit of sorts. He changes course, heads in her general direction and stops a few casual feet away. Non-threatening.

"Hey. It's Max, right? How're you settling in?"

[aregulargirl]

Max is distracted enough that she doesn't notice Thom until he addresses her, and the fact that she didn't worries her more, though she quickly swallows her fear and covers it with a smile and nod.

"Well enough - Thom?" she replies, pushing herself off the wall and moving close enough to maintain a comfortable distance. She remembers who he is (her recall seems to be fine, but who knows whether that's been affected or not), but asks as part of her 'normal' act.

[thom_293]

"Got it in one." He gives a cheery little salute and mops the towel over his hair. It's still snowing outside, and for the first time in his life his hair's actually long enough that he has to do weird, civilian things like dry it off.

"Were you planning on sticking around for a while, or you done?"

[aregulargirl]

"I'm done for now, anyway," she answers, but that doesn't necessarily mean she's done in the gym. She's debating testing herself more, but hasn't thought of anything else she can do yet. "Why do you ask?"

[thom_293]

"Wouldn't say no to a spotter." It's an invitation more than anything, open-ended and perfectly genial. He doesn't need a spotter, most Spartans don't to begin with and it's not like he's planning on going over about eight hundred pounds on a bench press.

[aregulargirl]

It's a simple enough request and one that doesn't involve her revealing anything, so she nods and pulls her hair loose from it's tie. "Sure. Where did you want to start?"