Yousef stood and stretched, flexing his impressive bulk as he did so.  "Sure, I could use a real workout after all the Performance Enhancement Steroids you gave me."  He moved back to the tiny excuse for a gym they had on the plane and groaned as he noticed that there were no free weights.  He needed to workout anyway, he knew the exercise would at least occupy his mind and let it free itself for the mission at hand.  He thought about what Mea said about the new guy and found himself not liking him... and then thinking about it not really knowing why he would think such a thing.   Yousef, calm down.  She has forgotten and you are trying to be like the school boy with crush.  Let it go and get to work.  She is out of your league.  He sighed at his thoughts and covered it with a stretch as he pulled off his blouse and gear, down to his undershirt and combat pants and boots.  He never tried to be less than half battle ready at any time, even his weapon not getting stowed away as he set it off to the side.  Checking the clip on his hand cannon he placed it within easy reach, his paranoia evident from his Mossad days.<br/><br/>Walking up to treadmill he thought about it and then started to stretch his legs, bending over completely to touch his toes.