Mordecai grunted at Arya in agreement, that one sound being something to tell her he understood, and was going to get dressed himself. His own quarters were around the same area as Arya's, as it were, being about six doors down the hall on the other side. There were others from the workspace Mordecai had been earlier that day, working on robots; it seemed that they were grouped among one another for lodging as well, at least in general. There were a few odd ones here and there, but otherwise it was mostly the technicians. The amount of noise that would entail made Mordecai let out a long sigh. He didn't honestly plan on sleeping really, but at least now he had an excuse to be staying awake. He would be willing to bet that about eight out of every ten of his fellow workers would be too busy staying awake and working on one another's projects, and Mordecai was no exception. He may have developed his arm, but he still had yet to make a full suit. He was having a hard time trying to decide whether or not to make the armor or to make a robot composed of the materials he had. Perhaps both, were he to have enough supplies.<br/><br/>Inside his room, Mordecai readied himself for a shower, putting a plastic sleeve over his mechanical arm. It was able to function perfectly in water, but he had no desire to have to replace any of the steel that might have rusted, and was therefore unwilling to take any chances.<br/><br/>His bathing was quick and efficient, and in less than a half an hour he was out and dressed, his red hair slicked back as it always was. He wore a white linen vest that buckled tightly under his arm and along his side below the hulking artificial arm. He had slacks that were just as white as the vest, and a pair of shoes that topped the whole design off, them also being a bright, milky white. In his ears were a pair of earrings made of stainless steel, just small loops with little to no engravings or extras on them. Having as much spare time as he did, Mordecai put it to use and began to polish his arm, using an oil that gave it an unearthly sheen by the time he was done, brilliantly reflecting the fluorescent lights of the ship. Satisfied with his work, Mordecai put on a white glove that went up to his elbow on the more 'normal' hand, having a wide and open cuff.<br/><br/>He had been there long before many had even finished with their showers, wandering about the mess hall with the few who had either already been dressed or had finished as early as he. The mess hall did fill with people soon enough, and it was only then that Mordecai was in line to get a plate of food. His meal was rather Spartan, being little more than a piece of roasted snake, a slice of buttered bread, and some raw vegetables. His drink was a glass of burgundy wine, and he sipped at it carefully as he finished his meal on the bench, happily alone. The snake, reticulated python, was very enjoyable, not to mention of a reasonable size; his meal was quite filling, and he was decidedly satisfied when his plate was empty. He didn't bother with dessert, finding most of it to be far too unhealthy for his tastes. He did admit to himself that the vanilla flan was a weakness of his, but he'd resisted the temptation well enough.<br/><br/>Once he was finished, Mordecai set his plate on the cart for dirty dishes, along with the empty wine glass. Once he was finished there, Mordecai wandered about the edges of the dance floor, doling little but watching the others. He knew of several recreational dances, but he simply didn't feel like participating, or at least not yet. He would have had to catch a slight buzz, most likely from the champagne that was being passed out, before he was able to be convinced to do so.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>