Mordecai raised his eyebrows when he'd found out just how close he was to what Arya held most of her interests in. He took another sip of the bitter, piping hot drink, relishing what many would have most likely considered a foul taste. He preferred it that way; it was something that woke him up much more efficiently that having to load it with sugar and cream like many others did. He snorted when Arya mentioned her lack of skill  with control consoles, for as one could tell, he was quite good with such intricate, not to mention occasionally confusing things. The first thing he thought of was to offer help, but then remembered his own opinion on the subject of being able to take some of the credit for what another was doing. As for the funding and materials...<br/><br/>"You know," he said, "were we to come back to Sol, I have a working space of my own on Luna, and the workers and officers would be more than willing to endorse such a project. They are more interested in the advancement of science rather than attempt to do little more than make money. For example, the material used to make the carbon plating for my arm is ludicrously expensive, but the officials were enthusiastic to fritter away plenty of funding to finish my prototype here."<br/><br/>As the intercom reminded them of the five minute warning before the jump was to end, he advised, "You may want to either finish your tea or find something to cover it, as the jump is going to be done so soon. I don't think we will be able to reach the bow in time to see the exit, but we can at least make sure we avoid making a mess of ourselves when it is over." He finished with another long sip of his coffee.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>