Stephanie had taken advantage of a fairly quiet day to avail herself of the gym, and while her workout hadn't consisted of the kind of fighting training she'd have preferred (not in the middle of the day when people might see her doing it) it had been a pretty rigorous round of gymnastics work that had curbed most of her restlessness.

Still, that didn't mean she wasn't bored, or wanted to hole herself up in her room, so she took to wandering the dorms until she found a common room with some sign of activity.

"Really?" she asked, wandering in and flopping down onto the couch. "There's an awards show on and you're watching this instead?"

She didn't sound like she was complaining about that, actually. It was more of a good thing -- and hey, she could secretly learn something.

It was training. Totally.

Bruce was on his way back to his room after a quick dinner in town when he decided to check out the common rooms.

Thankfully, somebody had a similar taste in TV shows as he did. "William. I assume you're controlling the TV tonight. Excellent choice."

Oh, DNA analysis! Wes' favorite!

Guess he fell into the nerd category, then. He walked briskly over to the couch, as if trying to make sure nobody beat him to a good seat. Yes, because he was the kind of person who thought that other people liked DNA analysis too.

He settled down on the couch, riveted. This was fascinating stuff.

"Oh," he said, noticing for the first time that there were other people in the room. "Hello."