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At first his pace on the treadmill was slow, but as every few minutes went by it got gradually faster. It definitely wasn't full speed, but it was enough to make his heart start pounding and cause little beads of sweat to take form. This he paid no mind to; it was expected when one worked out indoors opposed to going for a run in Britain's cold winter, which was something he was known to do from time to time.
He was beginning his cool-down on the treadmill and now pacing himself at a steady jog when another body joined him in the room. Naturally, his Auror instincts had kicked in and he side-eyed the man before fully turning his head toward him. He couldn't pin a name to the scrawny fellow, so Frankie figured he must've been new. He Had to have been given the way he was looking at the treadmills.
"I would recommend having a go at this one," he said, pointing a thumb at the machine to his right. "That one," -- he pointed to the treadmill at his left -- "tends to have a mind of its own."
He didn't need to wait long before the other man was speaking, which was good considering how awkward Scottie felt. He just nodded as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Mind of its own, eh?" he asked as he eyed it before stepping onto the other one.
"This reminds me why I prefer to just walk...on my own...treadmills can be dangerous," he began to jog at a low, steady pace, nothing tiring.
"I'm Scott, by the way. Scott Ferguson," he smiled a small, passionless sort of smile as he gave the man a little wave.
"New here at the MLE." And he was pretty anti-social, so it made sense he hardly knew any of his coworkers. He couldn't even remember the names of his fellow security colleagues. That was how checked out he felt.