As he passes through the doors into the main building, Alex finally lets his hands rest, throwing a now damp towel over a shoulder. Thankfully, the proprietor had the foresight to have showers installed near the sporting and athletics zones... He just had to focus on the silver linings. Crossing into the lounge, the sounds of gunfire reach his ears, causing him to glance toward the television... And then to the couch to see Geoffrey controlling the game playing out. "Afternoon.", he gives in greeting as he takes up a seat nearby, only to gesture toward the TV. "What are you playing?"