The room was almost dead silence, save for the frustrated huffs and grumbles that occasionally escaped Yi. The short Solarian hunched over in his chair, brow furrowed at the parchment before him, serval theoretical improvements to the Azure Flyer, or “Mystic Nymph” as Heng called it, scrawled on to it. “No… that wouldn’t work, perhaps adding some more azure sand?” He mumbles to himself, conjuring the Mystic Nymph, examining the holographic drone. “Then again, I doubt it needs any of these.” Yi mumbles, recalling the Mystic Nymph before going back to writing and drawing.