"Yes, she's just precious." Torin replied, his voice flat. Thronesake, his nerves were frayed just by standing close to her. This was ridiculous - he was a bloody Guardsman, not some terrified underhive street-urchin. Forcing his feelings down, he emotionally stabilised himself, standing ramrod-straight, a neutral expression on his face. Only a slightly-pulsing muscle in his jaw alluded to the strain he was feeling. He just wanted to leave the deck, and never return - these people unnerved the bloody hell out of him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>