Stacey was a bit startled when she suddenly heard a voice speak, and she turned around to see who was at the door. From the looks of the girl, this was Stacey's student right now, and Stacey blushed a bit at not realizing that the girl had been there. Yet another reason to have mirrors in here, but the gym wouldn't let her bring any in. Said people would break them.
Sure, if they were stupid enough to fling a fist through them, but that's their fault. She had thought. Besides, the mirrors would be a good way to see what the trainee was doing incorrectly and how it could be fixed.
But
no. Too dangerous. Stacey often thought that she shouldn't have to cater to that type of person. Unless she wanted to have to find another room, she would have to follow the gym's rules for the trainers that rented them.
She smiled a bit awkwardly at the girl, and held her hand out.
"Yes! I'm Stacey! I'm assuming you're Kaileen! So sorry about that. I usually work my arms out while I'm waiting for clients. And I hope those are your clothes you're wanting to wear doing this. Not that gym clothes other than white sneakers matter around here. It's not as if you'll only have to defend yourself while you're only wearing your workout clothes!" Stacey didn't mind what they wore, as long as they learned something.