Going to a new school is hard, especially for a school like Beacon Academy. Entirely new people, an entire new social structure to navigate, difficult classes... It takes a bit to get integrated. One thing hasn't changed since Signal though, and that's people's absolute dedication to staying in top physical form. Finding the weight room for the first time had been a bit of a challenge for Albrecht, with Beacon's entirely unfamiliar mazelike structure - but neverless, he'd persisted, and had been rewarded by eventually locating the weight room's back entrance, the surprisingly-silent door opening to reveal a weightlifter's heaven.
...and some dude flexing in the mirror, okay.
Albrecht stands there awkwardly, watching a short guy admire himself in the mirror. It's almost an uncomfortably long amount of time before he moves onto putting weights on a bar, right before a friend of his apparently comes in. Both of them look okay, at least for now, despite the short one's scruff - and it's a good enough opportunity to get to know his classmates. Right Albrecht, you've got this!
"...ladies, is it the talent portion already? Did I manage to miss the swimsuit competition? Seriously, that's unfortunate - I would've loved to join." With a voice dripping in egotistical sarcasm, Albrecht makes his presence known as he steps into the room - a fairly tall student with long black hair, held up in a high ponytail. Making his way over the two, he drops his gym bag against the far wall, before copying what Smokey was doing beforehand and flexing in the mirror, holding the pose for a moment or two, before glancing to Serin and Smokey. "Like, seriously. Is this a thing Beacon students do regularly? I've seen weirder fads I guess - I just wouldn't know, I'm kind of new."