Carrie gave a nod to Malandrax.<span style="color: #8040FF">"Commander Grist, you're as elegantly gaunt as ever,"</span>she jested. She gave her undivided attention to Malandrax's instructions - should Judas be incapacitated it would fall to her to see them through, after all - but frowned at the mention of on-site machines. She pondered for a moment. Absentmindedly, she took the document handed to her, speaking as she did.<span style="color: #8040FF">"If you don't mind me saying, I've a custom warpiece designed to provide optimal support for my particular role. It's a skirmisher-class, so is it possible to take it along? I've got a field analasys on his performance with a deadline..."</span>The latter was an embellished truth. The deadline clause of the assignment specifically noted that, upon unforseen deployment, the delivery could be delayed without consequence. Even so, Carrie wanted to see it delivered on time. And she didn't want to part with her precious Carnivore.