The Gym was one of Reno's many haunts, typically spent doing laps when he was alone. The very reason he was down here today, in fact. He was wearing his normal civilian clothes, a towel from the sauna floor flopped over his shoulder. Seeing someone there, however, he hesitates before he can determine if it might be friend or foe.

He decided the girl wasn't too threatening (ha ha), shrugged, and walked in just in time to catch that last bit.

"Havin' trouble?"