[@AgentArkansas] Ken didn't answer, she turned and walked the other way; heading down the training room. Usually she'd work with programs but she decided to kick it old school. Stopping at her quarters to grab her iPod and head the the more 'gym' like area. Ken had already taken off her armour and was back in her grifball shirt; originally owned by York and her shorts. Ken hoped onto the treadmill and began to run at a steady pase, music blaring from the small rooms speakers.