Eliot turned at the unfamiliar voice, the punching bag on an upswing, and saw a tall skeleton had come into the gym. He wiped his upper lip against the sleeve of his shirt. "No problem. I'm normally here during the day when everyone's doing agent crap."
He lashed his foot out behind him a moment before the punching bag was going to hit him in the back. "I don't know you, do I," he said it more as a statement than a question.