"Hey! If you're not going to train anymore, then get out of there!" Mizawa yelled, breaking Arsenio out of his introspection.

Arsenio grumbled to himself, but he couldn't disobey. He opened the cockpit and stepped out onto the catwalk that was moved in front of the chest of the Duel. "Did you need me for something...[i]sir[/i]?" he asked, with a twinge of snark.

"No, just don't waste time or hog the equipment if you're not going to put it to good use," Mizawa replied.

"No one else is going to use it anyways..." Arsenio said to himself, though he was well aware that sometimes programmers went in to interface with the OS or technicians calibrated the controls.

Mizawa left, leaving Arsenio to himself. Arsenio looked around the hangar. "Tch...don't see that cute lady tech anywhere," he said, scratching his hair. He took an equipment lift down to ground floor and wandered casually around the hangar for a bit. "Might just go back to my room..." he thought to himself.