Frederica
*Connor pulled a barbell off of the rack and began placing weights on it. While his gravity manipulation could easily prevent him from ever needing to develop a personal strength, he found it a good idea to actually give himself some level of physical strength training in case something happened.*

*He began by bench pressing about 150 just to get himself back into the swing of things, having not done any major exercise in quite some time.*
Sandra
Tiffany enters the training area. Normally it's pretty empty in here, actually. And it's *Never* Ares, which is unfortunate. One day, Tiff will get that spar. She *Will* Get it. It is not a question of if, it is a question of *When.* 

Someone is here, though. And in the lifting spot. Time to go say hi.

Conner is approached. 

"Hey! You warmin' up?"
Frederica
"God-" *Connor jumped slightly at Tiff's entry and nearly dropped the barbell on himself, quickly lowering its gravity so as to lessen the blow. The barbell still hit him with a relatively significant amount of force, causing him to wince in pain but not actually receive a major injury from it, more than perhaps a bruise later.* "Yeah." *He said, now moving the barbell off and sitting up.* "I haven't done this in longer than I'd like. I've been busy."
Sandra
She hisses through her teeth. "Ooooh.. You okay bro? Didn't mean to uh- Yeah." 

She grabs the barbell from him as he lifts it, lifting it with one arm. She places it back where it's supposed to go. "You hurt? That could be pretty bad." 

Even *Tiff* Could get injured from a stunt like that. Yikes. "This is why you gotta look for a spotter if you can. Unless you, y'know, know you can absolutely handle it."
Frederica
"Fine. I'm fine." *Connor exhaled smoothly.* "It's nothing I can't handle. I've... Had worse." *He stood up fully, understanding that if he hadn't gotten his power off in time there was no way he'd be anywhere near capable of standing. He let the power go and the barbell sank ever-so-slightly further into the bench as it went from only a dozen or so pounds back to its full weight.*

*Connor lifted his coat up to reveal the interlocked chains wrapping around his torso; and underneath them the cloth wrappings that prevented chafing, which were worn and ripped.* "Need to replace these again anyway."
Sandra
"Cool, cool." She nods, believing Connor. She has no reason not to. I mean, *She'd* Be fine if that happens. Tiff doesn't really know how it works for other people, though.

"Ooooh, smart! That'll keep your skin from getting all rubbed up. Say... You don't look scrawny. I've been lookin' for a sparring partner for a bit now, but things have been kinda tough so no one's wanted to. No pressure, *But*, if you *Wanted to...*" She grins, one side of her mouth going up further than the other. It's a toothy grin.
Frederica
*Connor squinted at Tiff, sizing her up a bit.* "Yeah. Sure." *He grabbed his bottle of water and walked a few feet away, stretching and taking a drink to make sure he was hydrated.* 

"So, like... Powers? Or do you just wanna go at it?" *He asked, eyes darting around the room and making a note of some of the different objects that might be good to use as projectiles if it came down to it. Things that wouldn't kill on hit, anyway.*