Arya didn't waste much time, following Mordecai along to the mess hall. It was much quieter, and much less crowded, and she couldn't have been happier with it that way. There were no loud noises, no drunk people dancing around, and the lighting in the hall had improved considerably. She didn't even really mind still walking around in her provided technician's uniform, considering she would need to get used to wearing it anyway as long as they were staying on the ship.<br/><br/>She grinned when he mentioned how she looked like the type who would want to work on larger, more destructive projects. He had hit the nail on the head, really. Considering she specialized in weapon and starship technology. Mentioning a war mech hit even more to home, he couldn't have even realized how perfectly he was reading her. "<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">Actually, I've had a bit of a pet project in the works for a while now.</span>" she explains, as they walk inside. She pauses for a bit to get a mug, and then poor herself some hot water for her tea, which she prepares according to her tastes with just a bit of milk to cool it off. Then she follows him over to the table and takes the offered seat with a welcome smile.<br/><br/>Once they were both seated she took her time elaborating. "<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">I started working on a transforming war mech, back on my home world.  I wanted it to be optimized for combat, but also be able to take on a form better suited for transportation, that way they wouldn't need larger carrier ships to get them quickly from place to place.</span>" she continues, cupping her tea in her hands and taking a sip. "<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">I've never had the necessary funds or resources to finish it, however. And while I can design and build the weapon systems and the body myself, I've never been good with control consoles. Buttons, levers, and all of that.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>