"[b]Phew, not nearly as bad as i'd initially thought. Thank god.[/b]", Dimitri grunted as he sat cross legged on his bed. After reaching his room, the cyborg had wasted virtually no time stripping his arm of several of it's metal plates to get to the inner workings. What he found was that rather than some wires being fried like he'd originally feared, the arm had merely been forced to shut down, a failsafe to prevent it from being overloaded and destroyed Dimitri wagered. A two minute reactivation sequence later and the arm seemed to work as good as new. "[i]I gotta admit that for an overzealous money chaser, pops sure does know how to build things to endure.[/i]", Dimitri mused as he experimentally flexed his fingers. With his arm functioning normally once more, Dimitri replaced his plating and jumped off of his bed. "[b]Oh! Almost forgot to see if the speaker worked. Hrm...let's try something small. Seventy four decibels should do.[/b]". Dimitri held his hand out and aimed it at the wall, then fired a three second blast, a corner of his mouth twisting upward ever so slightly as the room was briefly filled with sound, "[b]Hot damn, i'm back in business. Just gotta avoid busting my arm again.[/b]". With his repairs out of the way and still time to spare, Dimitri gathered up his mini repair kit, exited his room, and walked purposefully down the hall, deciding in his mind that now was as good a time as any to properly socialize with the other students. The trick now was just to find someone.