Indeed! Fëanor launched himself into battle with a whole pack of Balrogs, not waiting for backup, simply for the joy of being a bold and ferocious warrior who feared nothing and dared everything. Curufin had that same tendency, but on these missions he tried not to indulge it too much, for his mother's sake.

"I did pick up these new skills quickly, it's true. Though not without a lot of delving into those modern textbooks that explain the sciences of engineering, and a lot of help from those who were already proficient at some of the needed skills."

The little robots are now jumping up and down in their eagerness to be off. Curufin chuckles, picks up his rucksack and his other gear and starts for the doorway of the station. "All right, let's go! I'm hungry."

He grins at Nerdanel and leads the way to the campsite, where they stop to eat. They sit around a campfire and share in the delicious cooked meal. The little robots don't eat, of course, but they cluster around the feet of the two Elves again and adopt lounging postures.

"So, how are you doing, Mother?" he asks. He doesn't mean just on this mission, but generally.