Torr leans back a little on one of the tied down crates that line the bay. The cigarette smokes lazily until he lifts it to his lips, then it glows a bright cherry red. Nixkamich is currently doing some hand to hand training while Torr leans back and smokes. Torr lifts the cigarette back to his lips, watching the other man with some interest. He yawns a little bit then flicks at the cigarette once more. "Not too bad. Bitch tuber woulda had ya though." Nixkamich steps to the side, pushing away the fist with a free hand. As he lunges past him, Nix brings up a knee, aiming towards the others chest.