Erich had been busy mulling over the lance organization in his head when he entered the tiny 'gym' the dropship contained. Shaken loose from his distraction by the noise of the weight bar being used, he walked over and chuckled. "Thought I'd see you here, Al."<br/><br/>Moving around the weights, the big soldier easily hefted a pair of sixty-pound dumbbells, working on his own routine while keeping one eye on Alroy as an improptu spotter. "So, how's the girl holding up? Took a beating on the last mission, after all."