He knew she was going to laugh at him. Yet he couldn't help but laugh with her. It felt good to express something other than worry, grief, anxiety or slight happiness at surviving yet another lethal encounter. When she commented about his musculature(and after their laughter had died out), he snorted.
"Please. I don't think it's muscle more so than the effects of not, you know, eating." Her outfit didn't seem as outlandish to him. In fact, the way that the shorts hugged her hips was rather enticing. And that top...

He thanked a Deity silently when the guard interrupted his horrendous mental gawking and strapped what he would announce in an aggravated edge were heart rate monitors. The device beeped harshly for a few seconds before it ceased, the woman's voice making a cacophonous echo. Before Justin could ask for direction, the door at the right end of the hall slid open. Proceeding through the doorway, the duo found themselves in a courtyard of sorts with an elevated catwalk suspended around all four corners of the square enclosure. Straight ahead there were a set of heavy metal doors that were sliding open, a voice coming over speakers embedded in the walls above:
"We are proceeding with the physical tests. Please remember that you may do lethal damage to the creatures, but the humans are actual citizens of the settlement and may only be rendered unconscious." As the doors fully slid away, four figures came into the testing zone, all of them garbed in simple white t-shirts and black pants. There were three men and one woman that looked unremarkable in appearance except their hardened gazes and determined, set jawlines. One of the men cast a glance at the group and nodded before they charged ahead, fists raised. Justin took a quick scan of his surroundings, nodding at a few plywood beams laying to the left of where they stood. 
"I'll keep the guys busy, you get the beams and start swingin! GO!" Justin sprinted forward, methodically taking in air through his nose and blowing it deeply through his mouth, the technique enabling him to conserve as much energy as possible for what he knew would be a rather rigorous endeavor. One of the men was within a couple of feet from the scout and leveled his arm in preparation for a haymaker when Justin blew right past them, but not before jutting his arm out, slamming his forearm into the would-be attacker's throat. The man's body thumped to the metallic flooring as Justin whirled around, stopping a couple of feet away from the northern wall. 
"Come on, that CAN'T be all you got!"