She was a hard person to miss, red-haired and well built - and female, of all things, a rarity in this particular sweatbox. Samuel noticed her at once, having taken a brief break in his own grueling routine to hunt down water and something remotely resembling an air-conditioned breeze. He had found a minuscule patch of cool air and planted himself firmly beneath it, and in the process of sizing up his fellow gym rats his eyes had alighted upon her. She seemed vaguely familiar, although he could not begin to guess where he might have seen her before. To him it was an impossibly annoying lapse in memory, and a useless bit of trivia that would nag at his mind until the matter was settled. There was nothing for it but to cross the humid space and go to her, striking up some sort of conversation that would, he hoped, jog his memory. What came out when he reached her, though, was certainly no proper introduction by anyone else's standards.
"You new to this gym in particular, or just all of them in general?" Samuel asked. "I'm Samuel, and you look lost." He leaned down to where the dumbbells lay neatly arranged, pointing at them in ascending order. "Fifteen pounds, twenty, thirty, forty, and on up." Looking back to her, he grinned brightly, an impish gleam lighting his eyes. "Don't hurt yourself, kiddo."