Tormin chuckled softly, his cheek and face continuing to feel warm as he turned around again on the stool and faced Nalia. "Sounds interesting," He replied, speaking of both the anger rooms and environmental shifters. He paused for a moment, "Do those... environmental shifters change the air quality too?" Looking down at the mask hanging from him, he had to consider that it likely didn't matter, but he could at least smell the difference, even if he knew he wasn't supposed to be able to breath it. But there was much in this void he did not want to consider too deeply, and took a deeper swig of his red drink, blinking away tears. Though he could thankfully say, after drinking that amount, that his tongue was sufficiently numb.<br/><br/>"Ah, maybe I could use some target practice at some point. Though..." He held back a sigh and simply stared into his drink, "I suppose there's not much purpose to keeping sharp like that, is there?"