Sinthia had, as it happened, been out of contact for work--the legitimate kind--and had simply not checked her phone messages all day. But she had seen the missed call log from her boyfriend, sighed once, and went to find him. She wasn't upset over the missed communication, more curious as to why he didn't leave her a message.

By the time she found where he was she'd grown a little bit panicked over what might have--could have--happened without her knowing, but she strode into the gym as if she owned the place, utterly ignoring the sign warning women they were not to enter. She fully intended to talk with Illya, no matter what a piece of cardstock laminated into a window sign said. Her heels clicked on the floor as she made her way in, focusing on the exceedingly tall blonde working the heavy bag.

"Penny for your thoughts, or would you prefer I wait until I'm bandaging your hands?" she asked quietly, pushing her sunglasses up. The bruise around her eye had settled fully, leaving most of that skin tender and slightly puffy, but she'd applied makeup to cover it, and did a more than fair job of it. The split lip, however, was another matter.