((doesn't bother me at all, she didn't have anything else in mind anyway, so she wouldn't have an issue following Mordecai, especially if she thinks he'll show her something technology related.))<br/><br/>Arya seemed to be feeling quite a bit better once she had eaten something, though she obviously wasn't happy about being at the dance, she also didn't look like she was about to kill anyone either. Nevertheless, she was quick to get up and follow Mordecai when he offered an opportunity to leave the place.  She wasn't overly anxious to stay there, and she had no real plans anyway.  She figured that going along and getting the opportunity to get a closer look at the mechanics in his arms, or whatever other mechanical things he might have hidden away would be more constructive for her to do than sit around trying to figure out what to do on her own.<br/><br/>The concept of going into a mans room didn't really bother her, lacking morality as she did. Hell, having a male roommate didn't bother her the way it should, since she didn't know any better in the first place. So when they got to Mordecai's room she just smiled as he opened the door for her, looking a little embarrassed, but only because she wasn't used to people showing her those kinds of courtesies. She takes a few moments to look around the room, wondering what a guy like Mordecai would have, and what the state of his room would be, whether he had personalized it at all, or whether he had even had time to do anything like that yet.<br/><br/>Once they were both inside and she had taken a good look around, she would turn her attention back to Mordecai, wondering what he had to show her.  Though her eyes did continue to examine his arms, she just couldn't help appreciating the craftsmanship of those limbs, they were certainly very well made, and anything that her fellow mechanic was working on was most likely something that she'd be reasonably interested in as well.<br/><br/>She'd look around for a place to sit, either a chair, or on the bed if he didn't have any. "<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">Well, what was it that you wanted to show me?</span>" she questions, looking around the room and wondering what it might be, especially since whatever it was, it could fit most of it's pieces into his footlocker.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>