"Then why are you doing it?" Bren asked curiously.

"That's my business," Nic replied simply.

Bren nodded a little, deciding to ask Fin about it later. "You know, you're not as scary as everyone says," she suddenly told Nic.

Nic paused, raising an eyebrow without looking at Bren. Fin flinched a little.

"I mean, you don't seem like the type of guy who would shoot James or that you're Wolfe's pet or that you're a robot and I'm totally going to tell Caty that your tongue isn't cut out! What a bunch of baloney!" she scoffed, "As if Laurel would fall for a guy without a tongue! Oh, and you're more handsome than they give you credit, though I guess that can't be helped with Rosen and James walking around topless all the time," she nodded knowingly.

Nic wisely didn't comment.

"Though I bet you could hold a candle to them if you walked around topless as well," Bren noted, "Fin here, on the other hand, has some catching up to do," she teased.

Fin grunted again. And Nic didn't disagree.

"How many has he done?" Bren inquired.

"Thirty-seven," Nic replied.

Bren nodded a little and went back to watching Fin.

When Fin was finished he collapsed to the ground and panted a little. Nic sighed.

Bren tried to hide her smile, "You done?" She asked Fin.

Fin just kept panting.

"Get out," Nic told Fin after a few more moments. "And don't come back until you can do thirty in a minute."

Bren giggled a little at that, "C'mon Fin! Frei's awake now," she said cheerily.

Fin tried to push himself up and groaned.