Guy grunted, feeling sweat drip down his face. He couldn't believe that people here actually went out of their way to get themselves in shape. He also couldn't believe that he himself was sitting there, sweating as he pushed iron up and down. Though as Guy looked around, he couldn't help but chuckle. Most of the people who were about didn't exactly look like they were there to get back in shape. Rumor had it that the YMCA was something of a shelter for people. Judging by the mix here, that wasn't far from the truth.

Also judging from the looks of some of the people, these people weren't exactly the types that liked getting along. Guy sighed, dropping the weights and watching as people squabbled about something. The news had been whirring with all sorts of rumors. Killings, folding rocks, and everything else under the sun. So it didn't surprise Guy that tensions were mounting. They needed something to cut it, and that just wasn't happening.

However, policing people wasn't Guy's job. It was the job of the Knights. So leave it to them. Guy grunted and started pumping iron, convinced that he could stay out of the squabble, even as he heard voices rising, even as he heard things starting to get yelled. Even as people actually flopped down in front of him, looking like they'd just received a hefty blow.

"Security?" he called, looking around, hoping that someone who would classify as that was actually around here somewhere. Otherwise, well, he really didn't want to think about the otherwise in this case.