Five had made his way to the rec room, passing by the weights - he had his 'natural' strength to rely on, he didn't feel too much need to hone that. He instead went to his usual place to train, more stamina than anything else. Those long body length punching bags, occasionally running on a treadmill or the track, and his favorite little toy - where he made his way to this time - a neat little (though really not so little) contraption that, once activated, could send these sort of appendages in and out, up and down, and around from different directions and angles. He'd set the difficulty meter a little on the high side usually since after all he had 'naturally' gifted reflexes. Dodging and blocking were the main objectives with this machine, and he could handle the challenge fairly well. Dodging one appendage while blocking another with an arm, bending back to dodge two simultaneously, using an arm and leg to stop two coming at him from opposite directions. They'd swing fast, they'd swing hard, and he'd run this for maybe 10 minutes before he heard the faint remnants of what would be a loud commotion from a good ways away. He grabbed the two appendages coming at him and held them firmly at bay, snarling a bit as the machine made a few whirring noises, trying to either follow through with its swings or pull back, which he wasn't allowing either. He hit the stop button and looked towards the doorway with an irritated expression. He didn't know for certain, obviously, but he had a pretty good idea of what he was hearing: more Failures doing stupid things and getting in trouble for it most likely.. He shook his head, thinking that routine was starting to get really old already. He turned up the difficulty meter one more notch and fired the machine back up, training himself that much more intently, wanting to drown out the irritating noises and mental pictures that came with them by just focusing on his own task at hand..