Arya did her best to keep her disappointment from showing through as Mordecai turned down her offer for help. She wanted to work on this, but she understood his reasoning. If she had started a project herself, she wouldn't want someone else coming in and stealing her thunder either, even though she had no intention of doing anything like that. She would want to feel the accomplishment of knowing that she had completed it on her own. She offered Mordecai an understanding smile and continued to sit on her hands, so she wouldn't be tempted to touch anything.<br/><br/>She did appreciate the explanation as to how it worked, hanging on every word. She thought that the slot in his shoulder had been good foresight, since now the limb could be altered and replaced easily, as opposed to other times when she'd seen such limbs grafted directly to the person's body. She hung over every word as he explained the more intricate details of how the design worked, her mind spinning as she worked to store the knowledge away, making sure she memorized every detail.<br/><br/>Her eyes did light up when he mentioned customizing it for tools and weapons, since weapon design was one of her specialties. She hoped that, even if she couldn't work on the base arm, he would at least let her help work on the weapons that would be added to it later on. She already had a few ideas, but she thought it would be best to save them for later on, since she didn't want to disturb him while he was working.<br/><br/>The short girl was content to sit and watch as his work began. Her normally fidgety and overexcited personality was replaced by one of complete calm. Or more accurately, rather than making her fidget about nervously her excitement was forcing her body to remain completely still so as not to interrupt the work in progress, and so that her mind could concentrate on it completely. It just went to show how important technology was to her, to completely cast her personality aside in the face of better understanding it. The passage of time was lost to her. Seconds, minutes, and hours blended together. She only shifted in her seat a bit every now and then, moving her arms or her legs to keep them from falling asleep, and this was done subconsciously - not pulling any of her attention away from what was important.<br/><br/>When the call came over the intercom some time later she was snapped back to full attention, blinking her eyes a few times quickly as she realized just how much time must have passed. She had heard that they wouldn't be reaching their destination for quite a few hours, long enough for everyone on the ship to have a decent night sleep. She had missed that opportunity, but she didn't really mind. She had learned some important things, and her own job wasn't terribly important. She would only be called into duty if there was a technical problem, specifically an issue with one of the weapon systems, though she would have been happy to help with anything.<br/><br/>She looked up at Mordecai curiously, wondering if they had any duties that they were supposed to attend to that she might have forgotten. If not then she wasn't sure what to do, since she didn't think she needed to go to any of the meetings for the higher ups, and they would have called her over the radio if anything had been broken. The one thing she did know was that if they were arriving soon she couldn't afford to sleep.  There were too many things that could go wrong during the exit and the subsequent docking that she would need to be ready to deal with.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>