The tunnels of Sacramento weren't the best kept secret, but aside from the occasional curiosity they were often left for the mundane underground networks that they appeared to be. Fawkes had yet to encounter any ghosts, and unnerved the occasional transient to leave well enough alone. He had a decent set up by an Elemental’s standards, with a large area opening up to an abandoned factory site that dismissed the dark and claustrophobia. Damage to the structure was anticipated, the sheer amount of glass was left alone while he had added to it. Cheap mirrors and picture frames littered an unfinished room deeper within the factory floor that was supposed to connect to the network. The open area with a crumbling wall, overgrown with invading brush, has various targets set up to hit in the isolation. Aside from the littering cigarette filters, the area was clear for sparring, unused to having someone who wanted to outside of a smoker. The Fairest had insisted he picked a location when he dodged the notion of going to her gym; he knew it was a little weird, but here he could freely access his talents without breaking their secrets.
Fawkes puffs on a cigarette now that they were in open air. Rather than going about the convoluted exchange of a GPS location and guesswork, he would have lead Seraphina via a drive and a hike through the brush and wild flowers, making small talk.