<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">She extends her hand with some reluctance and shakes his with a nod. "Well.. sure.. I need a workout too.. Gets to cramped in here, claustrophobic even.. so its good to work out." She stretches a little herself and cracks her neck with a loud snap. her eyes peeking at him from under the eyelashes and takes a good look at him. Quite handsome she guesses, and she is glad he isn't mad about the little potshot she took at him.<br/><br/>"Well, I did have the advantage of being in the city and the Hawk is a sniper, I would be a bad one if I let your bigger mech see me first. Then.. I guess I am.. not very good of a pilot so.. ah well.. nevermind.. where was I oh yes.. left leg." She lifts the left leg up and stretches out the thigh muscles with a little grunt, sleeping in the mech was safe but oh was it ever murder on the body. "Seth eh? Callsign is puma, so.. you will probably hear people scream that in anger more then once in the coming days during training." She kneels down to secure the shoes and then walks over to the small running track and smiles at him, nervousness quite obvious in her bodylanguage and he could easily tell she has more then one knife tucked away under her clothing when she was stretching out.<br/><br/>"So.. competitive eh? How many laps and what do the winner get?"</div></div>