Eva
Caoimhe was a regular to the gym. Well, not really. Regular to working out was more accurate. It had taken her only a few days to work up enough confidence to enter the gym so when she finally stepped foot inside, she had made sure to wear her most favorite workout clothing— black spandex, a tie dye tank top, and her favorite hair ribbon kept her hair secure in a messy bun. She was confident.

Her warmup on bench didn't last too long, adding more and more weight until finally— she gnawed at her lip and took in her surroundings. There were only a few other people on this level and the biggest happened to be a towering girl with horns protruding from the side of her head. Caoimhe waited for her to be done with her set before approaching her and tapping her on the shoulder.

"Excuse me? Would you mind spotting me over there?" She had to look up to make eye contact with this girl, and she pointed over to a bench that had three plates; a total of 315 pounds.
Lisa
[tiff] Tiff is *Also* A regular! But like, really. It's one of her most frequently visited locations. Sure, her ability gives her natural buffs, but it's still hard work. She's still buffing up on her own. 

It's not all just handed to her.

She is in her normal workout gear- sports bra and leggings- and is doing some stretches. It's *Always* Important to stretch! If you overwork your muscles you'll be out of commission! Ragh!

She rolls her shoulders a few times, when her shoulder is tapped. 

"Hm?"
Her expression is a bit intense, but not in that she looks angry. No. She just looks. Intense. She feels emotions very strongly, and right now it looks like she is in a positive mood! Woo! Her irises are bigger than what is natural, but it's not enough to be really offputting.

"Oh, yeah, sure dude! No issue." She is more than happy to help out, especially with something like this that she's good at. 

Tiff always forgets to get spotters. A bad habit, really. But she's very confident in her abilities. 

"315, eh? Yeah, got you." Easy!
Eva
Caoimhe wasn't at all frightened by the look of intensity Tiff wore— unless someone was actively being hostile toward her, she tended to think the best of people. She gave her a dazzling grin. As she walked back toward the bench she had claimed, she spoke. "Thank you, really. I've done more than this before but I always get so nervous. It's easy to get hurt. Pulled a muscle back home chopping wood once."

If there was one thing she could do, it was talk to relieve any awkward silences. If she wasn't talking, she was humming. At the moment, she found herself humming along the song that had come up on her playlist. Music always got the blood pumping.

She lowered herself onto the bench and got ready to push the bar. "Just let me know when you're all set up and ready— I'm ready when you are." Once again she flashed a grin at Tiff. Talking and smiling. Her two best talents.
Lisa
"Ah, yeah, that's true! I forget sometimes, that people get hurt like that. *I* Don't, not like, anymore. Cause I learnt some real good stretches 'n techniques 'n stuff."
They both like to talk, it's just... Tiff doesn't always offer *Quality* Conversation. She is just loud and likes filling space. It is how she is.

She gets in position for The Spotting (spidy knows nothing about any of this), nodding. 

"Alright! All ready!" She returns the grin- a large toothy smile. It's earnest.

"You chopped wood? That's pretty cool. I mostly just did sports 'n stuff. I think chopping wood would be *Fun*, though. But I don't think anyone here would, like, trust me with an axe."