Kelly was in the sensoriums again. It really was the place she felt most at home. But that was probably only because it was the only place on the ship that she could make look like home. Or, as much of a home as she'd ever had anyway. Today, the room had turned into an exact replica of the training rooms in Reach. The high domed, cone shaped ceiling was revolving, whirring faster and faster as the rings it was made up of became smaller, making the gravity in the room at least twice that of a normal atmosphere. This was where she was most like a normal person. Where all her speed and strength were brought down to normal levels.

As it was, she was whaling away on a punching bag, hitting it with enough force to send it swinging far back. As it came swinging back toward her, she moved out of the way, swinging at her imaginary opponent again and again. Her bare fists ached slightly, an ache she hadn't felt in years, but she kept going. In her mind, she ticked off the spots she was aiming for as her fists connected. Kidneys, liver, sternum, ribs.. the list went on and on as she jabbed and swung at the bag over and over.

After awhile, sweat was pouring from her, glistening on the skin that wasn't covered by the skintight plantsuit. She hadn't broken a sweat like this in a long time as well. It felt good. Felt like she was normal. The high gees were a big help. Dropping to a nearby bench, she leaned back against the wall, shutting her eyes before emptying her water bottle over her head. A few minutes rest, then she'd go again. See how fast she could do it this time. And after that maybe she'd run some combat sims.

She felt out of practice. Time to get back in shape.

After getting off the comms with Bart Rose rushed to pull on her suit, skimpy as it was at least she wasn't naked. Bart might not be a kid exactly but he was till one of those actually honest to god nice guys. She counted him as a friend and didn't want to shock him...

well not that much....

well not yet anyway.

So it would be that she found herself tying on the last string side on her hip when she felt the breeze of lil fleet feet's arival.

Of all the sights he'd seen on the ship, this had to be the best. He'd found it. Neuropathy: Stacy's IT support centre. It was huge, big enough to stow the hub of Stacy's neural within, and looked not entirely dissimilar to an indoor oil pipeline with cable cars running up and down its breadth.

Bruce walks over to one of the bay's many consoles, and one of the first pieces of synthetic equipment he'd seen yet on the ship. A mass of readouts blip happily to themselves, unaware that their audience had long since been removed violently from their posts. He pores over them for some time. If only they'd had access to this place earlier, they might have determined which areas of Stacy's programming were corrupted before they'd even have to run the gauntlet to the bridge. At a glance he fails to see any further issues with the readouts, but he'd make time to certify that.

Once he's done fiddling with his new toys, Bruce turns his gaze upwards to the huge, tubular infrastructure that makes up Stacy's neural network. In essence, this is where everything ticks from. And it's beautiful.

He hesitates before stepping into the car, making himself promise not to touch anything until he's absolutely sure it won't break everything.

What? Blame his Bat-curiosity.