Sister Naser expertly attached it to her ear as they marched down the hall, tapping it on with her bare pale hand that would only sneak out from under her robe when needed. She worked the portable Vox unit like the veteran trained soldier she was. She knew her equipment, that was for sure, and Torin was sure that her battle-gear contained the same technology though on a closed frequency. She idling stroked her own hair moving strands over her ear that had the Vox unit attached to it.<br/><br/>"Sister Abida, this is Sister Naser. If you are available, would you like to meet Torin and I for a night cap at the club on the bridge?" Naser looked at Torin and shrugged a little bit as if to say that she didn't know how else to make the offer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>