"Seriously? Thanks." The kid grinned a little, clearly not used to people cutting slack when they could. Of course if he was looking for a promotion, it probably didn't help matters that he turned and made a face at the nearest security camera before he wandered over to give the punching bag a good, thorough wipe down. Not without pointing out -again playing to the cameras- that it was a somewhat phallic task with a few broad, suggestive sweeps.

After getting that little protest in, however, he cleaned the rest of it to specifications. Hey, if someone was going to check it off for him he'd better make sure it was done right. There were a few unnecessary spins and leaps to liven things up as he made his way through the contact surfaces of the various machines and equipment in the area-almost as if he viewed the area as a big obstacle course instead of an orderly gym.

After frog leaping an exercise bike and polishing the seat and handles, he glanced curiously over at the bench. "You're one of the Hansens, right?"