The fitness center is nearly empty, most of the guests being at dinner at this time in the evening. Of particular note is a silver-haired human woman, paddling back and forth idly in the pool. With towel thrown over shoulder, shirt off, swim trunks on and the usual self-contemplative expression drawn across his features, Larin looks ready to go for a dip in the pool. His clothing doesn't lie when it gives the impression of being fairly muscle bound in the chest and shoulders. All the same all it takes for Larin to stop in midstride is the splashing of a certain silver-haired woman.