Standing aside, leaning on the walls of the simulation room and dragging a cigar, smoke clouding the top of the large circular dome that both resided in. He watched the furious JT crack and annihilate his opponents with anger and distain, but not particularly caring. Sawyer was near-silent besides from extensive drags that blew wind down the cigar, ash falling out in plumes Ron the ember that danced at its tip. After minutes without JT recognizing Sawyer's appearance, the man spoke up. "You look mad," Sawyer said without extreme tone, or much at all. He wasn't a man of many words.