The treadmill was going at a steady pace, and he felt himself sink into rhythm almost immediately. It was an easy enough activity that he felt he could get used to this sort of working out...maybe. Perhaps he and his twin could sign up for a gym membership - OOOH! They could just buy the ONE and share it since they were twins! None of the gym people would know the wiser!

Sometimes, he could be brilliant.

"Yikes...that's not good. No one's tried to replace it? Surely it's in the MLE's budget...right?" he wrinkled his forehead as he furrowed his eyebrows. It was just a TREADMILL?

Okay.

OKAY?

Was it time to lie? Or just...you know, shade the truth, as Logan liked to say. "I am....you know, one of the non-auror-y branches," he said coolly, looking away from Frankie Paton and stared straight ahead. "You could call me an assistant...to....you know, safety."