Casting first his eyes about the crowd, many of them still bewildered from the fantastic event, Mordecai then looked toward Arya and where he'd held her by the arm. Another bruise. He sighed. Hurting people more than helping them... it was no wonder that he usually stuck to weaponry and robotics rather than people. As some kind of consolation, Mordecai told himself that had he not held her, considering her size, Arya would have probably been flung away and ended up with another bruise, bigger than the one he'd given her. And, all things considered, she'd have missed some of the jump, which she would have definitely put up with Mordecai's crushing grip for.<br/><br/>One Wilhelm and Arya had gotten themselves recomposed, Mordecai said, "Then, let us be off. It isn't as though we would be losing anything, hm?" as he walked through the disarray, making the people spread out for a second as he approached and then made his way to the mess hall.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>