[Lex Costa - Gym, Deck 227]
She'd fallen into the familiar rhythm of motion as she stood at the speed bag, lost in it as she thumped. She didn't notice anyone approaching anywhere near her, and almost missed her name. She glanced over toward the source of the voice, meaning to discern whether or not it was addressing her. Her eyes almost slid off Brody Cooper, but when she recognised who it was, they returned, glued to his familiar form. Her hands stilled, stopping mid-air for a few moments as she stared.
Costa hadn't seen him since the stint on the Phoenix, and she hadn't been keen to seek him out, either. She'd categorised him as another one and done... or in this case, a two and done. She'd been pissed, mostly at herself, for allowing herself to get more invested in someone else's well-being than her own. And what made it worse was the power he'd had over her on that ship; enough to make her feel hurt at his dismissal. That wasn't something she wanted to deal with.
"Cooper."
Her voice was a little strained, but she managed the greeting anyway. Then she stepped away from the speed bag and toward one of the hanging heavy bags. She kept him in her eye-line, however, her eyes fluttering from the bag before her, to him, surprised to see him in the gym but unable to completely look away.