Finally finishing with the machine, Felice stopped and removed himself from it. "Novanta," he reported before he started stretching again. He wondered if the Sergeant would ever catch on to what he had done, but only briefly. That sort of thing really wasn't his problem, now was it? He would start running next, but not before he finished stretching again. Moving weights was supposed to be hard work, after all, and getting cramps was not fun. 
...granted, when had he ever had 'fun' here?