Get Sweaty!

Why not get sweaty in that case? She recalled there being a gym somewhere nearby to use. She asked the Artificial intelligence (rather rudely,) where the gym was before walking off in the general direction of it, scratching the asshole of her zero suit before sniffing the finger she used. She found while she didn't like the smell all that much, she really didn't mind it either. Idly passing the time while walking by doing such things as picking her nose, scratching her ass when it itched, burping, belching, and similar such things.

She finally reached the gym, after walking past various other rooms, kitchens and laboratories and the like. The gym was an open room, not at all dissimilar to a high end gym on any inhabited planet, it featured all different kinds of exercise machines, benches, weights and all the other things one would expect in such a place. Really the only oddities were the big window peering out into the endless depths of space, and what could charitably be called "people". They were androids, coloured with a rather bland dark grey, with the joints in their limbs being black ball joints that would likely allow a large range of motion, assuming their metal bodies weren't too agile looking. They ranged wildly in appearance, seemingly based upon the sapient species of the civilized galaxy, the most prominent group being humans. Unsettlingly, while they had the general face shape matching their respective species, they lacked any visible eyes, mouths or nostrils. There was a large amount of them, constantly moving throughout the gym, doing what seemed to be maintenance on the machines or replicating what an organic creatures would be doing on them. A few got close to her, giving no indication of having noticed her besides changing their pathway to avoid her in the event they would bump shoulders. One got particularly close, an she spied a phallus on it, limp as a noodle, made of some shiny black material, likely leather or latex.

Samus, of course, shrugged her shoulders not really giving a shit about some dumb robots. She walked over to the closest weight bench, with a robot faux-exercising using a barbell with nothing on it. She placed her foot on its midriff, and kicked it off the bench and assumed the position it was in, after adding a reasonable (for her) amount of weight to the barbell, she started bench pressing at a good pace, the robot she kicked standing behind her, likely "spotting" her, or running some similar safety protocol in-case she couldn't handle the weight. Its limp, fake penis hovered near her head as she exercised, noticing that it had a pair of balls made of the same rubbery material. She re-asserted her attention back to lifting the weights lest she drop it on herself.

A short while passed, the bounty hunter tiring of lifting weights over and over decided to go to the treadmill and put it on a good jogging pace (again, for her standards anyway). Even more sweat building in her zero suit which by this point had gotten both sticky and sweat-filled, smelling absolutely disgusting. Samus, somewhere in the back of her mind noted that the smell or stickiness of the suit didn't bother her even remotely as close to as much as it would of before her upgrade. Yeah, this was definitely an upgrade, no more being a little tidy bitch, making sure to keep clean. What a load of horseshit that was.

She stepped off the treadmill, barking at one of the androids to go get her some water. After a moment, the random android handed her a full water bottle, which she inspected for a moment before gulping down. Fuck, actually tasted alright. Samus started scratching her ass, before belching and wandering off to do something else, all covered in sweat, leaking musk and the smell of a real woman wherever she treaded.