Radorion slumped over with his hands upon his knees as he tried to catch his breath.  His blood was pumping so furiously he could hear and feel each throb of his pulse.  He had been running on the treadmill for the last hour or so and had decided to really push it for the last ten minutes - it showed as he stood up straight and the sweat that had coalesced on the tip of his nose broke free, spattering on the mat below.  He was basically drenched.

[color=green][i]Fifty five...what is going on with me?[/i][/color]

The machine to his side beeped as he through a cold towel over his face.  The green velocity readout of '55 MPH' faded as the shutdown process completed.  After a moment of standing with a towel draped over his head, Radorion groaned and pressed it firmly against his skin before wiping it away and over his hair.  He tossed the towel into laundry bin before showering himself off in one of the stalls.

The Green Arrow had sent him here with the idea that he could benefit from the surroundings while he adapted to his new found self.  As the hot water ran over his skin he took this into consideration, but with a load of salt.  He was a hazard to himself and at this point he was unsure if he could be of any help to others.  Feeling indebted for even being taken in by anyone, he had spent the last week tidying the tower out of guilt.  Certainly a few of the other Titans had caught him steadily cleaning away and quite possibly thought he was quite odd.  The fact that he had been more or less silent didn't help, and he knew that.  This wasn't like him.  He had been assertive and bold to a fault before, but now...

Radorion threw his orange hoodie over the bare skin of his back and swept the large hood up and over his head, neglecting to zip it shut as he needed to cool off.  He headed up to the kitchen, his mind muddied with altogether too many thoughts to consider.  His stomach, however, was being direct and clear.  The kitchen was built as a walk-thru with two entrances and Radorion had happened to come up to the rear archway as it was closer to his destination - the fridge.  He had heard buzzing coming from within as he approached and now that he arrived, he stopped inside the entrance and looked to see what was going on.  He saw... Tom, was it?  He didn't quite have all of the names down yet as he had been too wrapped up inside of himself to carry any meaningful conversations.  The most he had managed thus far was a nonchalant 'hello' and conversing about the sunrise over the Atlantic one morning.

Radorion thought the martian was an attentive one...usually. The mixer had stopped now and at this point he seemed to be consumed by whatever sweet concoction he had thrown together.  Radorion stood for but a moment before re-engaging in his approach to the fridge.  He scooped up an apple from the counter and clenched it in his teeth before opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of green juice he had prepared earlier.  As he closed the door he heard the voice of a girl yelling 'Tom!' just before an alarm buzzed through the corridors.  Radorion's teeth buried themselves further into the shiny red apple with a crunch in anticipation.  This was an alert for a mission if he remembered correctly.  The commotion was over just as fast as it began, or so he thought.  The alert was a false alarm of course, but it was also a cue for a girl to rush in and slip on Tom's dessert.  His eyes followed everything that transpired.  From her slipping to the box tumbling out of her arms and onto the floor.  He would have smiled when he saw the kitten gingerly poke it's head out of the box were it not for the apple.

[color=green][i]They're certainly an interesting bunch.[/i][/color]