"Cheers, tin-man. Be up as soon as I can navigate my way through your hallowed domain." Torin voxed, leaving his earpiece in and absently sifting through the local channels. The device was short-yield, certainly, but in a ship as large as the<i>Fair Lady</i>, there was always something to be said - it only took a spot of patience to find.<br/><br/>Leaving the hall in which he had been loitering, Torin headed smoothly and swiftly towards the Techpriest's quarters. He hadn't strayed too far away, luckily, so unless he ran into an unexpected obstruction, he doubted he'd be more than five-or-ten minutes. Throne, but how he loved maintenance hatches and service lifts. They provided such easy, immediate access to areas he'd otherwise have to backtrack for ages to reach. He wasn't sure how the Techpriest would handle the knowledge that he, an unconsecrated flesh-puppet, had been skulking in the ship's innards - and, frankly, he wasn't about to make the knowledge public.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>