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He had the exercises memorized, not that it made him happier. There was, it seemed, a reluctance to let him work through them alone though. As if he might somehow fall and hurt himself if the twos were out of sight for too long. And it was only with stubborn restraint that Victor held back yelling.

That and the idea that when he was down his own twos would have good news to report to him. New cameras- installed in the early hours of the morning and finally up and running. The monitors in the room across from his office displayed ever face that passed through the great hall- the large servers recording them. Or, at least, they were supposed to be. Technical errors had a habit of popping up on the team- which they simply stammered out excuses for.

But working cameras that he could look at from his office (thanks to closed circuit wires that tapped in to the control room and split a feed to his desk) was enough to please him for now. It was a start, at least.

Just like barely putting much weight on his leg as he did this therapy was a start to walking again. And hopefully sooner than later.

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Three Spades had their closets raided and not a single guard saw anything. Yes, she was still frustrated over that, despite appropriate punishment having been given to the mastermind behind the whole event.

That was almost entirely Amy's reason for going to the gym. Almost. It was a good enough reason, anyway.

Seeing Victor hobbling around without crutches kind of stopped her in the doorway, though. "...Well, damn. Guess that means you're more likely to drag me down with you if I offer to toss you down the stairs again, huh?" It's the closest to 'hello' you're getting, Victor. Deal with it.

There was having 'not seen anything' and 'not 'seen' anything'. It would have been much harder for the Hearts to have gotten into the Castle without Victor knowing- more so because he had a range of twos that seemed to delight gossip. But then again, Zoe had been involved, and Victor had a way of knowing when it came to things his Lady was mixed up in.

Either way, the prank had amused him more than most. Probably because in the grand scheme of things- he had more important things to worry about than Nico's lost clothing. Or Sieben's for that matter.

Still, he looked up at Amy when she spoke, and raised a brow slightly. "You're reign of terror was bound to come to an end, eventually."

She snorted and walked further inside. "Yeah, and I'm sure everyone was completely terrified, too. Did you hide under your blankies at night, scared I'd barge in and find stairs to throw you down?" Amusement. Amusement is good. It distracts her from Anger.

"When'd they decide to let you toss the crutches, anyway? Last I saw, you were a pro at moving around with them but not quite ready to be rid of them yet."

"Oh, petrified nightly." Except for the bored manner he replied, it could have sounded true. But then, there was very little Victor Fox was scared of. And most of it was no where near the Deck... Not even David could claim to scare Victor. Unnerve him, perhaps, but never frighten.

"I'm not without them," he said, nodding to where they rested against the wall near by. "But one does have to move on eventually." And someone more patient might not have been doing as Victor was at the moment....

But Victor was not always the most patient of men.

"For the sake of my amusement and ego, I'm gonna go ahead and pretend you mean that." She flashed a grin.

"You're doing better, at least. I'm sure you're as anxious as the rest of us to be back to your usual strut." Strut. That was a good word for what Victor did when he walked.

As for Amy herself, she went for a set of light weights to warm up. "I assume you're aware of the...incident a few days ago."

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