"I try to avoid it, but I'm sure dumb luck is how I've survived half of everything."

Which is true. He's been in some daring situations and made it out by the width of a hair, more than once. He won't even get into the idea that he, right now, is still surviving past his own death. He's still not sure that's luck, most days.

He reaches his bag, tucking his foil, mask, and glove inside before undoing his jacket and putting it aside similarly. He withdraws a gym towel and two bottles of water, offering one to Scatty. He's not sure if vampires get dehydrated, but better safe than sorry. He drinks before wiping his face and running the towel over his hair. Fur was murder for hot weather and workouts; he's admittedly a little jealous that she remains so clean.

"I don't suppose you mind the weather, hm?"