After a beat or two of the silence, the knocking came again, though this time it was followed by a voice.

"Mr. Cunningham? I have received notice that you have been injured. Are you alright?"

The voice sounded just like a male's, though something was just shy of authentic - there was a tinge of mechanism in the timbre, in the way the rhythm of the words were released. And it wouldn't take Jack long to realize that it was [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/14/44/07/1444075076936f28c00c204650612b63.jpg]Miro[/url], the AI that was assigned to him and the fitness center. He mainly kept the space clean and took attendance on who came in and out of the gym, what equipment was being used, etc. His demeanor was docile and friendly; he probably was reminiscent of the boy-next-door type. He served as a sort of receptionist and assistant to Jack, really. But that didn't mean he could be controlled or anything - just persuaded, if need be.

And he wasn't going to just open the door willy-nilly, in case Mr. Cunningham was changing or something inside of the closet. Though he did find it odd. "Mr. Cunningham?" Miro repeated, knocking again.