Ptricia was working out in humanoid form on one of the machines of her private gym, while the restored Babs was doing her own workout on an area of clear matting. Both were wearing only brief leotards, Babs' one transfigured out of a spare one of Ptricia's, shrunk down by the same inherent magic that allowed her clothes to survive switches between human, humanoid and sphinx forms.<br/><br/>While the ancient Egyptian creature's body was magically immune to aging or degeneration, and naturally super tough, fast and strong, to get that final edge, the best possible performance out of her body, rigorous exercise was still beneficial. She lowered the bars gently back to their rest position as her mobile rang, and scooped it off the piled up towel that sat by her machine, flipping the clamshell body open, and noting the caller id.<br/><br/>"Hi Chris! Have fun with Fiana last night?"