If there was one thing that helped balance Phasma, it was battle. Fighting was one of the few things that could truly balance Phasma and allow her to collect her thoughts without fail. After discovering that the hotel gym offered trainers, she signed up for a couple to join her. She met them down at the gym and without much warning, began to unleash all of her negative emotions on them, shouting angrily as she beat them up with expert finesse. Little did she know, however, that she was being watched.
Shepard had gone down to work off some steam, muscles aching to release some pent up tension in the days she had been cooped up in her hotel room, itching for something to do. As she arrived at the gym, she couldn’t help but feel taken aback--she was used to the idea of sparring, but what was happening before her eyes seemed more than just a friendly means of sharpening up some skills. She held herself to the idea that if the victims started screaming for help, then she would interfere. “ I think the purpose of this room is to work out, not to kill, but to each their own. ” Her statement isn’t loaded but neither is it fully unconcerned, cautious and at the ready to break them apart if need be.
