It is amazing how a two hundred year old cigarette can taste, especially one that survived nuclear war. And most people of The Commonwealth don't seem to mind the flavor. And not being able to breath, or puff on the cigarette Nick just lets the cigarette dangle from his lip.

"Let me guess, you want to figure out how to get back to where it was you came. But why bother? That's unless you've got something that is important to tend with back home." He goes to remove the cigarette from his mouth, and he rests it between his two metal fingers.

The old mechanical detective can keep on going, but even he enjoys time away from helping out the citizens of The Commonwealth. And at times helping with things here in The Nexus. "Name's Nick by the way."