The brow over Mordecai's one good eye raised slightly and only for a moment when Jacobson asked about him being able to hold his own in a fight. The young man adjusted himself in his chair again before he spoke. [color=82ca9d]"Again sir I give you my word that though I may not be the most able fighter, I will not be a burden that you will have to constantly strain yourself to protect. I have developed certain talents that prove quite useful at keeping myself alive out in the Wastes."[/color] After he finished Mordecai slowly took his glass of water and sipped from it again. He didn't plan of telling Jacobson all of his 'skills', well not yet anyways. There were too many ways for this to end badly for Mordecai to risk telling this man his secret. So he merely waited to see how Jacobson reacted to his response, evasive as it might be.