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Fiddle? That was probably putting it lightly. Very lightly. Personally, Alba had no plans to mess with that issue. As it was, he was cutting down and contradicting enough of the morals he had once upheld just by being where he currently was. "True. I think I'll stick with originals if I can, though. I'm probably just old-fashioned like that," he said casually, turning to flash a quick, good-natured grin.

He looked back along the streak he had cleared. Deeming the floorboard along that wall as being as clean as it was going to get, he moved back to where he'd left the bucket near the starting corner. "Best part about cleaning in high traffic areas," he said offhandedly, "so long as the edges are clean and noticeable debris removed, no one really cares or looks long enough to notice the state of the middle." One quick dip of a rinse later, and he was walking backward at a somewhat slow, but steady, pace, sweeping the mop left and right in his trail. Each sweep covered a width of about three and a half feet, overlapping the last streak by a few inches. The pattern was only broken to give some of the difficult patches extra attention. It was how he'd worked for years, if the way he maneuvered the mop with fairly practiced ease was any indication.

"Heh. Who said anything about doing a job halfway? Three-quarters, maybe, but I never said halfway." Alba monitored the younger trainee's movements for a few seconds. "You should always do a good job, just sometimes it's better to save the back breaking detail work for other occasions." Like cleaning industrial ice boxes, or performing maintenance on some other large, entirely important machine. On the bright side, Aulus was a quick learner when it came to mopping! "Wait... This place has a pool?" He almost tripped over his own mop in his confusion. Which was something, since he was supposed to be walking backwards in front of it. Still, a pool? He'd guessed and heard of the gym in passing, but he had yet to get lost enough or otherwise directed to any contained body of water.

Alba shrugged, halfhearted and embarrassed. "Eh, they kinda tossed me in a room and told me where to report for work the next morning. Had to get help from my roommate just to find the cafeteria." And what a godsend that had been. His Chingling may have developed a liking for human meat if she'd been forced to forgo dinner another night.

"I may have to take you up on that offer. If you really don't mind, I could definitely appreciate knowing where that sort of thing is." Otherwise, he probably wouldn't find it until some time when he was lost again, and then it would be just his luck if he had to spend the night at the poolside until someone found him the next day. It wouldn't be the most ideal situation, that was for sure.

Pokemon... training... facilities? "Oh! Is that where? Yeah, I know where that is." Not a clue. "Guess I've just been walking right by it this whole time." Alba gave what he hoped was a convincing chuckle, and turned all of his focus back to the mop before he could embarrass himself further.

Maybe he should've asked Lucas for more of a tour at some point. It wasn't like many of the other, younger trainees could really be bothered to show the "old guy" where everything was. Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupi- "WAH!" And that, dear readers, was the sound of Alba stepping on a paper napkin he had somehow overlooked. The shout was accompanied by the clatter of the mop handle hitting the ground, and the elder trainee would have gone down with it if not for the wall and a set of attached garbage bins being only a few more feet behind him. In the end, he managed to grab the edge of the counter hiding the trash cans with one hand, and held on awkwardly for a few seconds before getting his feet back under him. "Uhh... Meant to do that..."

Alba rolled his eyes as he finished righting himself and retrieved his mop. "Thank you, I'll be here all week," he said in a sarcastic tone, but he was grinning as well and gave a bow. He finished the line he'd been working on, and was relieved to find that he had reached the side already cleaned by Aulus. "Actually, I think that's it. Thanks for the help. Most of the other trainees I've worked with just gripe and complain more than actually doing anything." Walking along the wall, he carried the mop back to where he had left the bucket not too far away.