Jack headed for the gym, intent on getting a work out and, just coincidentally, working off a little frustration at his captivity. It was always...usually better to work off frustration by hitting a punching bag rather than a person. Usually.
Dressed in sweat pants and an old t-shirt, he poked his head in the room. He shouldn't have been surprised to see that the gym contained everything anyone could want, but the hotel's ability to cater to its guests' needs still disconcerted him. He headed toward the punching bag, noting the young woman working out on the gymnastics equipment on the other side of the room. He recognized the face immediately but it took him a second to bring the name to mind.
It's hard to get a view of anyone else while you're swinging on the bars. She makes flip from the top bar to the bottom bar, moving for a layout on the mats. She goes for the layout somewhat distracted by Jack's voice. She ends up falling flat on her ass. The sound of her hitting the mat isn't too nice but it's not that bad really.
She's still laying flat on the mat. "Who's asking?" Moving will take a moment.
Jack grimaced when Haley smacked the mat in a way he was sure she hadn't intended. He should've known better than to call out when she was doing something that obviously needed her concentration.
"Jack O'Neill." He walked over to where she was lying and leaned over her. "Sorry about that. You didn't break anything, did you?"
"Oh, hey." Haley had her arms crossed behind her head at this point. "No, I'm fine. Falling comes with the whole gymnastics thing. I don't even bruise anymore." She smiled and crawled over to her bag at the edge of the mats. She pulled out a plastic baggy of grapes. "Perfect snack. Want one?"
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Dressed in sweat pants and an old t-shirt, he poked his head in the room. He shouldn't have been surprised to see that the gym contained everything anyone could want, but the hotel's ability to cater to its guests' needs still disconcerted him. He headed toward the punching bag, noting the young woman working out on the gymnastics equipment on the other side of the room. He recognized the face immediately but it took him a second to bring the name to mind.
"It's Haley, right?"
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She's still laying flat on the mat. "Who's asking?" Moving will take a moment.
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"Jack O'Neill." He walked over to where she was lying and leaned over her. "Sorry about that. You didn't break anything, did you?"
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