Kyle had been sleeping from the moment his head had hit the bed the night before. The only thing that woke him was his own stomach growling. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten and that was a really bad thing for one of his kind. He was starting to feel like he had when he'd first come into his powers and his magic ran out quickly and left him ravenous.
Without stopping to change out of his sleepwear (his jeans basically since he didn't own anything else at the moment. He wandered the complex until he finally found the main kitchen where he proceded to systematically work his way through a good chuck of what was in the fridge. He vowed to himself that he would figure out a way to replace everything he ate as soon as possible as he was making a sandwich to take back up with him.
On his way back up he was distracted by the sound of Cobra Starship which he only recognized because his niece Josie was currently going through a phase which was driving her classic rock loving uncles (wolf and bear alike) slightly insane. He followed the sound of the music and found himself in what he had to assume was the gym of the complex. A statuesque blonde girl seemed to be the one doing the music blasting and was definitely beating up on a defenseless punching bag.
"You need someone to hold the bag for you?" he asked pitching his voice so it could be heard over the music. It was a talent he'd developed as a waiter in loudest biker bar in New Orleans.