"Stanley." The teenager responded, moving on to the next piece of equipment and wiping it down as well. It was a boring task, so having someone in there for once to make small talk with was actually a cool surprise. Half of the time he felt like a ghost wandering the building with a chore sheet and the powers of supreme invisibility. No one ever needed him for anything more important than dishing out soggy noodles or scrubbing the nasty stuck on junk out of the beakers upstairs. Eugh.

"It says Stephan on the badge, but it's Stanley." Which probably highlighted exactly how important he happened to be around there. But he didn't seem too bent out of shape about it, if the easy going shrug was any indication. He just moved on to the next piece of equipment and wiped that down too. He got all of the contact areas, but he didn't bother rushing. If he finished one task, they just gave him a new one anyway. No point in killing himself over sanitizing some stationary bike seats, right? "Bet they got yours right, huh?"