"You wanted to talk about having an audience with the Captain, and I advised against it for the time being. I suppose we could talk about something else, but that would be entirely up to you." Torin responded, his casual tone offsetting her strict, stand-up demeanour. He recognised that she was trained and indoctrinated into it, but still, it wouldn't hurt to get her to lighten up just a little. He wanted to see what her personality was like, under the armour and the unapproachable, aloof countenance that it brought.<br/><br/>As for the Arbitrator . . . Torin briefly eyed him with an almost-imperceptible glance. Stocking up on stimulants . . . was he an addict, or was he merely extremely prepared? Both seemed entirely possible, but Torin wasn't sure what to pick. He'd kicked a local narcotic when he first joined the Guard - or, rather, he'd had it kicked out of him - and he knew just how addictive combat-ready drugs could be. Still, he didn't want to pass judgement without first having the facts, so he resolved to keep the Arbitrator under closer watch. If his behaviour became erratic, and he started showing signs of stimulant abuse, Torin was entirely prepared to report him to the Rogue Trader, and allow her to take the matter into her own hands.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>