Micah had just finished picking up some of the various mecha odds and ends around the cargo hold, grunting over some of the work. Most of the heavy pieces he would have to wait until they were back in zero gravity to move around, and he didn't quite know how to work the winches and other equipment just yet. He was content doing things the old-fashioned way, and if he couldn't move it, he'd wait til he was in zero gravity to do it. He swept some of the useless debris onto a pan, careful to keep his tail out of it, then disposed of it before turning and surveying the work he had been doing for the last hour. Ivan was about the ship, tinkering with the electrical things Micah just didn't have a head for yet.<br/><br/>Slowly, the anthro was starting to pick up on some of Liliya's gear-headedness, as the skeleton of a mecha's arm could testify. He had put it together on his own, with only Ivan and Liliya's guidance on the construction. Walking over to the light alloy-framework, he ran a padded fingertip over it, smiling softly to himself. the image in his head, after seeing Gustov, was of a super-light, high speed recon mecha, something that could work in tandem with the mostly range-geared older mecha. He even had a weapon-system in mind. Touching the fingers of the frame, he looked to the servos and wires that would soon make up the muscle of the limb, along with the generator and computer that would power and test the limb's functionality once he got to that point before he put the armor on it. A hand rested on his shoulder, and he jumped slightly, looking with wildly spiraling eyes at Ivan. "Do not vorry, fuzzy bum. You get it vorking soon enough. You have excellent teachers to guide." he said, his accent so thick Micah almost couldn't understand him, and strangely effeminate at the same time. Micah nodded and flexed his hands a moment before letting his hands fly with sign. :: Yes, I know. I just wish I could get some of the concepts you try to tell me a little faster.::<br/><br/>An ear twitched, about the time Ivan's eyes narrowed. Before the bio-android could say anything, Micah was bounding on all fours towards the sound. He stood and was about to walk around the corner when a smaller object bumped into him. The six foot six inch anthro blinked once before his fur and hair stood on end, his lips curling back in a silent growl, and his wings opening slowly, dramatically it seemed. Rapidly spiraling blue-black hues locked eyes with the stowaway, as Ivan padded slowly around the male in his intimidation stance. "What have we here? A stowavay, ja? Vhat are you doing in my ship?" the Russian asked, crossing his slender arms over his chest. Both males stood there, one calm, one looking a hair's breath away from tearing out her throat.