Sister Naser held her aim and pose but her eyes darted all around gathering and assimilating information at lightening speeds. "War prisoner?" her grip on the bolt-gun relaxed slightly but she still waited for a confirmation first before completely retracting her readiness. She did take special note of the Las-gun pointed at her head by Torin and the clank of a bolt being chambered somewhere on the Mistress' person. Her boss now... she was not happy with the situation at all.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>