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Briiva finally stepped out of the shower room, still drying off her hair with her towel. She had taken a decidedly long shower today, in part due to how hard she had worked today. Mostly cardio: Treadmill, rowing machine, swimming pool.

She found herself coming to the gym more often than she ever did back home, it so far felt the most therapeutic of her hobbies. Of course that was probably because she always worked out until she exhausted herself, and she knew that there would be struggle tomorrow morning to even get out of her bed.

With a slight sigh, Briiva rolled her towel and threw it around her shoulders, going to pull open the door to the entrance.

Briiva lurched as the door provided much less resistance than the strength she had used to open it. Almost reflexively she jumped backwards, her flight-or-fight obviously less concerned with her a** than her face.

Being tired and freshly showered didn't seem to help matters any and Briiva's arms briefly pin wheeled as she desperately tried to catch something, anything that could hold her weight long enough to soften the blow. The door stopped short of hitting her however, seemingly held by someone on the other side, something that Briiva decided to use to her advantage. And not be introduced to yet another person sprawled out on the ground.

Gripping the side of the door took more effort and fumbling that she would have liked, but she managed to finally grasp the door and pulled herself to it, saving her a** from being sore in the morning.

Briiva breathed heavily, the brief adrenaline spike leaving her feeling just a little jittery. She took several more deep breaths to normalize her system before the person on the other side of the door spoke up.

"Oh! Right, just a sec." Briiva pushed herself off the door, cheeks burning from the embarrassment of being so absent-minded.

"I uh..." Briiva mind was blank at the moment, at least blank of anything that she could say to the person standing before her, holding open the door. The flush didn't leave her face, nor was it likely to anytime soon considering hot Briiva liked her showers. come on idiot, say something! "Well, I was about to leave, at least until I nearly clocked myself with this here door."

She did her best to not stare, but she found it damn difficult. Compared to her small stature, the man in front of her might as well have been a mountain. Briiva had other things to do, but at the moment she was wracking her brain for an excuse to stay and get to know this stranger just a little bit better. "I haven't seen you around here before, at least not recently. I'll admit, I don't really get out much here besides the gym and labs, so it's easy enough for me to miss a new person, but.."

Briiva felt herself slowly losing control of thinking before speaking so she cut herself off before she came across as a complete moron. "I'm Briiva, from Hephaestus dorms."

Briiva nodded in affirmation at Lukas' guess. She was aware of Ares' role in the pantheon was that of war, a placement that would seem to be apt given his -admittedly tautly stretched- Rangers shirt, but if you were playing a game of Guess That Ancient Greek God's Role! Ares would be in the warm up round.

"I work on propulsion technology, or at least that what I'm currently majoring in. I'm very hands on though, so I try to do as much of the fabrication aspect that I can. I'll admit that recently most of my work had been theoretical, in part because of the difficulties in procuring certain materials."

Briiva brushed her bangs back behind her ear, still not quite over just how tall Lukas was. Of course, she had just finished gushing about what she did, it would only be fair to ask a little about him.

"So, Lukas. Were you in the Rangers like that shirt is leading me to believe?"

Briiva complied with Lukas' request, taking the opportunity to lean against a nearby treadmill. She was initially disappointed he had been so short in divulging his own career, but it was the army after all. The few missions Briiva had been on had proved taxing both physically and mentally, Briiva couldn't even imagine what being a soldier would put someone through. With that in mind, she resolved not to pry to much into things that he may not want to talk about. She came back to the conversation at hand about when he was asking if she worked on jets.

"I guess it would be more accurate to say that my field is propulsion development. My thesis is alternative propulsion technologies that can operate in a vacuum. Our current go-to is of course rockets, but their fuel to thrust ratio is pretty low to, say, ion- propulsion, which in turns has the downside of very low acceleration. I guess you can say that I want to redefine space travel."

Briiva let slip a grin, while also hoping that she wasn't going to talk Lukas' ear off.

Briiva couldn't help but giggle at the man's dismissive shrug. She couldn't blame him for just letting her mouth speak wash over him, but she did appreciate the polite redirect of the conversation. She didn't want to bore Lukas to death, so maybe not talking about her field of study would be helpful in those regards.

"Did you almost knocking me on my a** as I was leaving give it away?" She smirked up at him, fingers tightening on the towel draped over her shoulders as she did her best to not give away how worn out she was. It was at least tired enough that her fear of embarrassing herself from passing out in front of him surpassed her desire to watch him build a sweat. That wasn't creepy, right?

Briiva was about to say something about his apology being unnecessary when he continued his statement, with more than a little unfortunate wording. It was all she could do not to let out a loud laugh, though the mental image was certainly enough to paint her cheeks a little more rosey than they had been moments before. Fortunately, she was able to somewhat maintain her composure long enough for the subject to change.

"I've been using a longbow. I tried a claymore once with a friend, but, ah, that didn't end up so hot. Got my shoulder pretty good, mostly cause it slipped our minds that dummy weapons were a thing." Briiva looked carefully at Lukas, trying to deduce what weapon he might use based solely on his build and stance. It got her nowhere, of course, as she hadn't spent nearly enough time with any one weapon to be able to tell a different in how you had to hold yourself to use one from the other.

"I vaguely remember something about modern weaponry and magic not mixing?" Briiva shrugged as she walked over to the wall, pulling a bow from the rack to examine it. "Of course, I would love a chance to comparing some magic spells effects to high explosive when it comes to effectiveness. Only real magic that's happened to be was being turned into a tiger and a badger."

She paused thinking back on the event. It had been a fun experience, if only a tad bit harrowing. "I'm not as hung up on the no modern weapon weapons dealy, if only because I've never used a firearm. So... Big ******** axe, huh?"

Briiva grinned mischievously.