[ Hey, he's not going to argue, especially since he can actually see the appeal of something like rebuilding the Mantis himself. Cal has always liked to tinker, since it keeps his hands occupied, and his mind along with them—something he desperately needs, most of the time. Modifying his lightsaber or repairing the Mantis is soothing, in a way.
In fact, he raises his hands in front of him in mock-surrender, as if to concede the point. ]
Yeah, a little. It's just my ship right now. [ He adds with a lighthearted kind of cheekiness: ] I cheated, though. But I promised my boss I'd show him a working starship, so.
[ His shoulders shrug. Couldn't keep Viktor waiting too long. ]
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In fact, he raises his hands in front of him in mock-surrender, as if to concede the point. ]
Yeah, a little. It's just my ship right now. [ He adds with a lighthearted kind of cheekiness: ] I cheated, though. But I promised my boss I'd show him a working starship, so.
[ His shoulders shrug. Couldn't keep Viktor waiting too long. ]