When Regin signed her life over to the American armed forces she was barely a legal adult, skinny and frail in the way that most women were. She had no muscle to her, and though a bomb didn't destroy a hair on her head she couldn't lift that same bomb for more than five minutes. Scant months of preparation changed that. Marines changed that, Army Rangers changed that. People who didn't give a shit that she was scared and alone, and pushed her until she lashed out like an animal and learned to fight back first. Regin learned to keep herself muscled and fit because no one could destroy her body, but they could still trap her and make her feel like shit--and fuck if she'd let that happen.
Which was why even now, years later, she worked out. Alone and late at night, mainly because it was the only time she HAD time--between Reaper jobs and her actual job. (But if she was honest it had the added bonus that no one was around and she didn't have to try and be social in any way, shape, or form.) She shifted between the racks of free weights, silent, and kept her eyes to herself. She didn't watch the mirrors, only looked up if she saw movement near her, and kept if she did see movement actively tried to avoid getting involved in it.
She missed the dramatic rolling of all the free weights, and Adalina's crash. She might have missed all of it thanks to her own headphones and an unhealthy sort of loud playlist of new age electronic classical. Might have entirely if Bobby's magnetic pull hadn't sucked in a new wave of free weights, finally reaching her corner of the gym floor. The rack rattled wildly, metal chattering against metal, and Regin looked up just as a twenty-five pound weight cracked against her cheekbone.
Thrown off balance by the blow, Regin fell backwards and swore loudly. Personality abruptly shifting, there was more Valkyrie and less Regin lying on her back and glaring at the ceiling. No it didn't hurt--but it pissed her off. "What the fuck."
Rolling to her feet, she spun towards Bobby--who was more a pile of metal than human now. She could feel the pull on her headphones and eventually just ripped them free of her ears, hands now loosely hanging near her sides while she stared. "What are you doing?" It was the tone a mother took with her two year old when he added an entire bottle of dish soap to tonight's dinner.
For a brief second Bobby stopped what he was doing and looked at this new woman. It was like getting attacked with a newspaper by a Yiddish grandmother--unexpected and a little daunting just because of it. Then his fingers began twitching again, his expression rolled back into a fierce scowl, and he fired more power into the magnetism he held. "G-get out of here, this has jack shit to do with you, lady!"
"Normally I'd agree. You're ruining my rep count, though." She hadn't even seen Adalina.