[Faolan frowns up at the woman, then glances aside at the sign-out sheet. Well, he supposes that he is in the way, but there's hardly a line, unless you count her being it. Still, he mumbles an apology and attempts to get out of the way. Somehow. She does rather have him trapped, reaching over him like this.]

Look, I'm sorry. The treadmill's fine, I was going to start with the floor anyway. Just let me--

[Really, he is quite awkward when he's out of his element like this.]