"Hey Jules, you wanna get lunch?" Ariadne asked her as they got back on the ship.

"I can't." she told her. "I'm having lunch with Eames."

Ariadne laughed in slight amazement. "He asked you already?"

"I asked him." Jules grinned. "If there was something I learned today that had nothing to do with Vigo, it's that men think it's hot for women to make the first move."

"Really…" Ariadne reminded herself to write that down somewhere before thinking about what she was going to do for lunch.

At the buffet, Ariadne took a seat out on the deck with her laptop. The cameras memory card uploaded the hundreds of pictures she captured. She was smart to take out the one's of Arthur and Joe and hide them in a special folder. Her lunch remained untouched since she didn't want taco beef on the keyboard.

"So how was the first excursion?" she turned her head and saw Arthur taking a seat.

"Where do I begin?"

Arthur peered at the computer screen, as Aridane was sorting through the photos. "I saw you with that big camera. I always had a feeling you enjoyed photography."

"Well I couldn't take architecture classes until I passed drawing, sculpting and of course, photography." Ariadne knew that Arthur had knowledge of it but she wanted to seem more intelligent to him. "So did you have fun in Vigo?"

"I did." Arthur looked onto the view of Vigo they had from the deck. "I thought it was enjoyable. Joe on the other hand kept on getting tired of moving."

"It was a Jeep tour where you get out of the car for a few minutes at a time." Ariadne raised her eyebrows. "Tell her next time to wear flat shoes."

"I did." Arthur chuckled. "She just tells me, 'Fashion is pain' every time."

"Alright, now let me ask you something." Her voice was turned down and she leant closer to him. "How long do you think you can keep lying to her?"

"She's not going to find out a thing." He assured calmly.

"Yeah, but-" Ariadne stopped her lips as Joe stepped outside.

"What are you two chatting about?" she asked trying to seem patient.

"Uh… We were talking about the Titanic." Ariadne smiled. She was tempted to add, 'You know what that is, right?' but left the rest to Arthur.

"I was always researching it as a kid."

"Don't you wish you could just dive down there and explore the wreckage?"

"That would be quite an excursion."

Ariadne's smile died down when she saw the look on Joe's face. "Is there a problem?"

"What makes you think there's a problem?" Joe crossed her arms impatiently.

"You're giving me the stink-eye." Ariadne closed her laptop and stood up. "So I'll leave you two alone. Have a nice lunch."

"Wait, where are you going?" Arthur could feel himself growing disappointed.

"The gym." She scoffed. "To get a head start for derby."

With that, she left. The taco on her plate was completely untouched.

"What was that about?" Arthur asked calmly as Joe took Ariadne's chair.

"That was nothing, sweetie." She cooed. "I bet she's tired from the excursion."

"She just said she was going to the gym." Arthur specified firmly.

"Tired as in cranky. So am I. I'm just ready to relax now." Joe yawned. "I missed a few snoozing hours."

"Alright Joe… I think it's best that you keep a distance from Ariadne." Her boyfriend advised.

"You seriously think that girl can hurt me?" Joe challenged.

"She had a very stressful year and she's still not recovered." Arthur explained. "I was there for her when she almost lost it and it's not surprising that she wants to be around me."

"What happened?"

"She'd get angry if I told you." Arthur sighed. "Just stay away from her. Let her have her vacation because it's what she seriously needs."

"She never seemed miserable."

"Because she's hiding." Said Arthur. "All of that working out in the gym makes her feel better just like dancing makes you feel better."

"Alright sweetie." She was finished with the topic. "I get it. So what sounds good for lunch?"

The gym was like Heaven for fitness nuts. There were treadmills, bikes, weights, punching bags and a view of the sea to top it all off. Cold towels were always provided with icy water bottles as the small percentage of passengers sculpted their bodies.

A girl in a purple sports bra and black spandex shorts was jabbing her gloved fists into a punching bag. If it wasn't chained to the ceiling, she had a feeling she could bust it off. No one was watching as this pint sized woman made the bag swing six feet in the air like a pendulum.

"Hey Kitty, I thought I'd find you in here." A masculine voice came from behind. Ariadne turned around to show the guy he was not Kitty. That guy was Lance Alvers. "Oh excuse me, I thought you were my wife."

"Jayne says I look like her." Ariadne chuckled. She was not used to talking to famous people but she sure wasn't desperate.

"You talked to Jayne?" Lance pointed his finger at her, which was a habit he hated.

"Yeah, my friend won that contest and we went to the spa with her. She's cool." Ariadne mopped the sweat off her face. "Her friends think I look like your wife."

"Well you fooled me." Lance laughed to hide his embarrassment. "Especially since you were kickboxing, I definitely thought you were her. Jayne told me about your friend and how she said you're a good skater."

Ariadne nodded. "I used to play and I'm considering joining the Paris Rollergirls when I get the chance."

"Well good luck kid." Lance smiled before walking out. "Your gonna raise Hell."

Ariadne took a moment to smile for herself before resuming her date with Mr. Punching bag. In her mind, she pictured it as a certain cocky blonde.

"Very nice."

Ariadne put her arms down, ready to launch again soon. "What do you want Joe?"

"Rodger said I should stay away from you." Joe stepped into the area, which to her was a forbidden zone. Ariadne tightened her ponytail and put her hands on her hips to serve as a warning.

"Rodger's very smart. When he gives advice, you should take it."

"I hope to once I settle this."

"Look, I'm not in the mood for you to tell me to stay away from Rodger. I have something to settle too;" Ariadnes tongue was sharp around the edges of her speech. "Deal with the fact that Rodger and I are good friends. If you think I have feelings for him like you do, then you really are a dumb blonde. I'm not going to listen to you and stay away from him. In fact, I'm gonna spend time with him, whether or not it's going to shows, eating dinner or just sitting by the pool. He's allowed to be friends with women."

"I will give you Hell," Joe snapped. "If you make any more moves on him. I saw what you did yesterday at breakfast. 'Hi Rodger'." Joe mocked out a deep voice.

"You know something," Ariadne was growing angry like a scorching marshmallow. "When I met you, I thought we could have been great friends. I was wrong. And let me say I'm disappointed. What the hell does he see in you?"

With that, Ariadne picked up her gym bag and walked out. Deep down she wished she punched Joe in the face as proof of their conversation to Arthur.