"Well, that was noticeably more pleasant than it usually is. Nice to see you've still got your edge, Milady." Torin casually remarked to the Rogue Trader, rising from his seat and approaching her, standing deferentially to one side as she finished her routine.<br/><br/>"Do you have any further duties for me at the moment? I have a mild issue I'd like to take up with the Techpriest, if it's alright by you - it can wait, though, if you feel my attentions would be best suited to other, more pressing tasks."<br/><br/>Noting the dispersal of the figures in the room, as his careful eye was bound to do, he felt mildly pleased by the evident devotion the young woman, whose name he was unsure he could properly pronounce, felt for her new job. He was equally pleased by the fact that, for all her interest in the subtleties of the Machine Cult, she was committed to her position as the ship's resident medical officer. He was certain that the Sister would be keen on getting to her quarters, wherever they may have been, so he made sure to position himself so that she would be able to pass him by unhindered, without her straying from his line-of-sight until she physically left the deck.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>