Laughing softly, Torin pushed the doors open, standing to one side to allow her entry into the drab room that was populated by eyeless misanthropes with an unfortunate tendency towards Warp-induced cranial detonation.<br/><br/>"You'll have to tell me about that later - I don't think the Astropaths would appreciate you distracting them too much." He cautioned, winking at the Sister.<br/><br/>Psykers made his skin crawl. Torin hadn't had any positive experiences with them in the past, and he wasn't too convinced of their value to the Imperium, beyond premonitions and Warp-travel. As far as he was concerned, the lot of them were far more trouble than they were useful, and he viewed them with a blend of contempt, paranoia, and simple, plain dislike.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>