Though Mordecai had kept silent most of the night, toiling over his mew arm, he somewhat pitied Arya. She was even more enthusiastic about technological advances than he, and he knew it must have been a Hell and a half to simply watch. He'd nearly gotten all of the standard build finished by the time the warning had sounded to have everything put away. At that, Mordecai had suddenly went to his feet, and picked up the arm, set it in the trunk with great care, and then put in the loose parts and tools, topping it with the blueprints, rolled up, before closing the lid.<br/><br/>At Arya's look of curiosity, something that more closely resembled being lost in his eyes, Mordecai said, "We have little to do now. Though I am not hungry, I could most certainly use something to wet my lips. I believe I'll go to the mess hall and get a drink. You may follow if you wish."<br/><br/>He then walked out, holding the door for Arya and headed to said mess hall. Perhaps some sort of fruit juice would be sufficient...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>