The room, admittedly, was one that was supposed to have been shared. Thankfully for himself, he shared with nobody, and so was given the entire table of the Spartan living quarters to work on. It was very obvious that he'd already been doing so ever since he'd first been given his quarters. There were bits of metal filings, singe marks and scrap wires all over the tabletop, and there was even a few small plates of what looked to be similar material that was used on his gigantic arm, being that same lustrous, charcoal  black. Once Arya had taken in her surroundings, Mordecai reached under his bed and pulled from it the footlocker, or at least he called it so. The box was closer to a chest or a trunk than a footlocker, and when he opened it, the first thing to pop out was several rolls of papers that had been packed in tightly, but not so much so that they were crushed, and they'd jumped at the chance for some breathing room.<br/><br/>Mordecai snatched one of them up in his hand, and pushed the rest of them to the side to also pull out what looked like some kind of skeletal arm. Notable were more of those plates, and that it had little wires with sensory pads on the fingertips and palm. He cleared off a small spot on the table and set the arm down. Unlike the gorilla-esque, massive thing he had attached to him at the time, it was shaped and proportioned to fit his body much better. Obviously, it had yet to be finished, a few wires were to be set right, the rest of the plates had to be attached, etcetera etcetera.<br/><br/>Now, it was not often that one saw Mordecai give a genuine smile, but he could never help himself when he unrolled his plans, the blueprints for his current project. He spread them out on the table as well, and said, "I've noticed that you keep  looking at my arm, and although it's not uncommon for people to glance, I've gotten a feeling of something different from you. You aren't scared or intimidated by it, and I was intrigued. Based on that, I thought you would be interested in a few of my other projects."<br/><br/>He gazed at it for a few seconds before turning to Arya and asking, So, what do you think of it?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>