Norton thumbs at something in his pocket, looking up into the blackness of the tall, hatched window that adorns the wall of the lounge where those of the "survivor" faction typically come to rest when not taking part in a match or in their own rooms. The room is mainly occupied by bookshelves and large sofas, and an old fireplace blazes near to the doorless-opening to the room. He seems to be staring into the nothingness. "Damn.." The man sighs, his voice rocky and accented.