Arya was glad to see the tabletop littered with tools and supplies.  Mordecai was obviously dedicated to this sort of work, like she was. Her eyes scanned the table, looking at all of the different tools that he used, especially the metal plate similar to the ones on his arm.  She fought off the temptation to pick it up and examine it, sitting patiently on the bed and waiting while Mordecai pulled out his foot locker, or what could more accurately be called a trunk, and began fishing around in it. Though he seemed to have a better idea of where things were than she had earlier with her own footlocker.<br/><br/>She hadn't really known what to expect, but what she saw was shocking. Her eyes widened instantly as they caught sight of the arm, similar to the large one that Mordecai had on, but much smaller and more proportionate to his frame.  He was trying to build a more practical replacement for the crushing limb. She had no doubt that he would finish it soon, with proper work and materials put into it.  In fact, it looked like it was almost done.  She tucked her hands quickly behind her back and squeezed her fingers tightly, to keep herself from reaching out and touching anything.  Her first instinct was to dismantle the thing, her uncontrollable desire to understand how things worked kicking in and making her fingers twitch with excitement.  She was saved the trouble of expressing her desire when Mordecai produced the blueprints, a much less time consuming way of seeing how it was constructed and how it functioned.<br/><br/>The blue haired girl got up and stepped up next to her taller companion so that she could get a good close look at the blueprints, chewing on her lip as she quickly grasped the complex mechanisms required for it to function properly. The gears in her mind were obviously turning much more rapidly, exploring all of the purposes that this technology could be put to.  As well as ways that it could be changed or improved, though she didn't see many that wouldn't be unnecessary. "<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">It's incredible...</span>" she responds, without taking her eyes off of the skeletal arm. "<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">I wish I could have helped you build it, or even just watched.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>