The music is enough to draw Buck out of the training facilities. He has nothing against Joplin, but its usually not his first choice of workout music. That, and he wasn't expecting anyone here any time soon - so best to know who's about. Probably just Tony, but he never knew.

He comes around a corner to see jeans... and the legs in those jeans are definitely not Tony's.

After just a slight blush at the line of thought, he moves over to the console, crouching down next to it. "How goes the work?"