Tarkus scratched the back of his head slightly, someone off-put by how dryly Morella responded.[i]"She never was one to laugh much..."[/i] he thought as he ceased scratching, he didn't know what he was trying to accomplish with the joke, probably thought he could get the same reaction out of her twice. That or he just needed an excuse for why he punched himself in the forehead.

He listened to her speak of her thoughts on the ceremony, silently rubbing the red spot on his forehead with his unarmored hand. When she brought up the workshops here, his mind began to race with the possibilities, if they were good enough to improve Obsidium, they were good enough to drastically improve Cadeyrn's capabilites. When Morella paused for a moment as she was eating, she asked him in turn what he thought of the ceremony. Pondering for a moment, Tarkus held his chin in his palm as he thought for a moment, he knew what he thought, he just didn't know exactly how to articulate it. 

[b]"I guess it was good, started rocky but I gotta give Mr. Tower one thing, I don't think I'd have even managed a speech like that. He did make some good points, won't get anywhere around here being passive...this place is on a whole other playing field compared to Signal."[/b] He yawned lightly as he leaned back a bit, stretching his arms out a bit before returning to his position. [b]"The first step to getting through that door is making sure you can level the whole building around it. And if I can pull off what I have in mind with Cadeyrn, no door is ever gonna be a problem. Not even a metaphorical one."[/b] He glanced over his shoulder, peeking at Cadeyrn, still magnetized to his harness. Even now he was still proud of the thing. 

He recalled what he'd been working on for a bit on the ship, rummaging in his pack he pulled out the still incomplete music box, his other hand dove in once again to retrieve some of the parts for it, sealed inside of a sealed bag. Tarkus placed the box into the palm of Zoll and began placing and meshing the pieces together. Within a few minutes of work, the box was done. He smiled just a bit before placing the small wooden box back into his pack in the sealed bag, he turned once more to face Morella, and asked:

[b]"You said you made some improvements to the Slicers right? What exactly did you improve, I thought they were just about as good as they could get, but if you managed to push 'em even farther...Lemme guess, you improved the boosters?"[/b]