Israfil was really enjoying the bicycle machine because he was sitting, and could go at his own pace.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw Solomon sneaking around in the hallway outside the gym.  Solomon saw Israfil as well and came inside.

"Solomon!  Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Israfil whispered loudly.

"I'm fine, couldn't stand it in there any longer," Solomon replied, looking at Israfil on the bicycle with a slight condescending sneer. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just getting some exercise," Israfil said, feeling a little uncomfortable. "This is Mike Rogers, one of the engineers," Israfil introduced.

Solomon looked at Mike with passing interest, not remembering him from the shuttle.  "Isn't exercise kind of pointless?" he said, "The only thing that matters is our minds."

"Well..." Israfil's ability to come up with a response was never very good.