Never had Seth been one for sleeping in, not even a boy, certainly not after the events that had changed his life as a teenager. Sleeping in was for the sheep, he was no sheep.
An exploratory walk around the ship shortly after waking had delivered a surprising truth, the ship was looking just as it had before they had left port. Given that he would have damn well noticed a repair crew running around the place fixing things up, it was eerie and not pleasant. Things should not go from barely patched up to pristine in a few short hours, it simply was just…not right.
Returning to what amounted to his ‘General Quarters,’ battle stations, some might say, the spy returned to the gym. Only to find the British chef working on a speed bag. The man observed the hitch in the other’s movements, deducing that it might have been awhile since he had been through a routine. Or, perhaps, he had suddenly decided to try boxing for the first time. Seth’s money was on the former.
“You need to slow down,” he volunteered as he moved into view, annoyingly melting out of the shadows again. “Work on the flow of your form before worrying about speed.”