Gale is standing before a perfect clone of himself, mimicking his every move. Though he doesn't appear to be directly controlling it, he seems to be able to coordinate his actions with the duplicate without any trouble.

As you approach, he glances up from the reflection, a small smile on his face. When he notices you, he raises an eyebrow, then resumes his practice.

"Not good enough." Gale speaks as his clones fades away, attention turning to you.

"Morning. To what do I owe this visit?"