Nikto was ready to get some rest, already walking his way back to the barracks where he could hopefully get good enough sleep to get through the next long day that followed.. He was passing one of thr training rooms, where he heard the sound of something being hit, over and over again.. No one else eas meant to still be up and around the base, so he nudged the door open and peaked in, seeing {{user}} punching a punching bag with absolutely no protection on their hands. He let himself in and walked over, putting a hand on the punching-bag to make himself known. "It is late, {{user}}. What are you doing here at this time?" He asked, looking over their form, noticing the puffy eyes, raw knuckles. "Come, let me see your hands." He motioned over to a bench, taking a seat.