Those eyes, he couldn't look away. His distaste, while a shield against all; was not particularly about the psyker staring at him. He could almost see the thoughts in her mind- amusement? At him? Probably, likely the witch was reading his surface thoughts. So, he thought something quite blunt,<i><span style="color: red">If you are reading my mind, I suggest you stop or I'll start imagining horrifying grox on ork pornography and you'll have to live with it.</span></i>Hopefully, if surface thoughts were being read; this would get a reaction. Or, you know- the entire thing of 'she's just a creepy woman'. But, as he seemed to look between Cyrine and the Lord Captain; he only raised one of his scarred brows slowly, "<span style="color: blue">Am I to assume they're friends who have slept with one another and one of the two is an unavowed lesbian who wishes to not be known as one? Or am I mistaking the addict's entire twitchy half-drugged state for something entirely different?</span>", brusque and two the point; at least he wasn't going to be beating around the bush with anything. It might allow him to actually do his job well enough; he wasn't a bully- but; he was plenty strong and plenty capable of ascertaining the situation- as well as he could understand it.<br/><br/>However, the woman who he was offering to seat himself next to, got a gentle pat on the shoulder, "<span style="color: blue">You speak well, I can help with some enunciation issues- although I cannot read; and refuse to learn. As I have seen men who can read, go absolutely mad. Better safe than sorry.</span>", this was a rather kind gesture on his part; as he felt she needed some reassurance that she wasn't going to be laughed at, espeically not by him. However, he did seemed to almost be as expectant of the interaction as Euphrati. Mostly because of the Cyrine woman's almost comically over the top reaction and fear of their Lord Captain; while he understood to fear a Lord Captain, he didn't understand why she was almost wetting herself in terror. And, as he was sure; if she weren't covered in Lho stick stink? She'd smell almost sour with fear. So, it was with that- he merely grinned, that sharpened toothy maw showing more than a single tribal ritual at work.<br/><br/>He was amused, although; Euphrati unnerved him; and he was a jaded being who knew almost no fear due to having nothing left to do so. His planet of horrors insured that was the case. But- ever vigilant was the key word. And so, his eyes returned to Euphrati, wary. Always wary.<br/><br/>(Sidenote: He's assuming she is a witch or something of the sort, as he has little dealings with Psykers outside of a couple he's served with and just assumes that's the case when people stare too long at him. I'm not tryin' ta Meta! Honest!)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>