Amy Pond

October 25, 2012

Amy leans against the doorway of the sparring room, her brows raised as she watches Logan beat the everloving snot out of a punching bag. It started in appreciation, then moved into a sort of surprise that he hadn't noticed her. After twenty minutes, when he'd already thrown medicine balls around, lifted more than she knew humans really could, and killed two punching bags, she was starting to really doubt his ability to actually be the sort of premiere fighter whatever thing he was supposed to be.

It wasn't until he moved to leave, when he finally noticed her and blinked in surprise. "Hi," she said with a smile, tipping her head to the side. "Not very observant, are you?" She says it and it's clear she's teasing him, and she looks him up and down. "I'm guessing if I ask you if you want to get a drink, you'll say something about having to shower?" She pushed herself off of the doorframe, into the room. "See you later, though, yeah?"

And then he was gone, and she smiled to herself as she turned to face the punching bag.