Camilla entered the weight room and meandered her way through the machines toward one of the lifecycles. Dressed in sweats with a tablet in her hand, she hardly paid any attention to the amazon with the weights. There were new people in the Training Center all the time so it was nothing new to see someone else here. She usually did this routine early in the morning so as to not disrupt everyone else's schedule during the day.
Starting the bicycle like machine up, Camilla sat down and started pedaling absent-mindedly with her eyes on the tablet. She had been running an experiment most of the night and had only left it alone for a few hours to grab some sleep. Now, the results of the ongoing experiment were still coming in but it was a long way from being finished. Setting the tablet down, she proceeded to focus on pushing her legs. While not a gymrat, she had taken up some basic cardio just to try and stay fit. A couple of months ago, Col. Dalton had told she spent too much time in the lab working and not eating enough or working out. She intended to change that.
Looking at the window, which was reflecting the interior of the weight room since it was dark outside, she finally noticed the female mountain of muscle behind her and off to one side. The thing which caught her attention more than anything was the red skin and which made her curious. Grabbing the tablet, she jumped off of the cycle machine and made her way over. Approaching gingerly as she was unsure of the temperament of her "subject", she spoke softly but loud enough to be heard. "Hi, um, I was curious about... about your skin being reddish. Is that natural? I mean, we've had aliens, not that I think you are an alien but we've had them here at one point. ... Is it part of your power or what makes you strong enough to properly lift me with ease?"
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War is changing. Killing, however, is constant.