Jay did not perform the Pec Pop of Love, so Erin could continue ignoring it. He wasn't aware of the hypnotic quality of his chest. He just liked not wearing a sweaty shirt while working out.

"Might be a good idea." He looked her over to make sure she was okay. Or as relatively okay as one could be when she caught her hair in a treadmill. Though, Erin was a girl so he wasn't quite sure which side of the pain display spectrum she was on.

"You need the infirmary or anything?"