"See things?  Throne, I've seen more than enough for one lifetime, I think.  More than enough for your regular Emperor-fearing citizen, at least." the woman responded, grunting softly as she pushed off the bed and into a stand before stepping off towards the wall-hung mirror opposite the vox-caster by the door.  The reflection frowned back at her.  "And as for hearing things, I've had my share of that too.  Always sounds like that damnable group of psyker-whatsits up the stairs," she said with a jerk of the thumb upwards. "Bugs the shit outta' me."<br/><br/>Slowly she turned about to face her superior and tried to feign a little smile.  "But I'll manage.  Always have.  And<i> no</i>, I wasn't trying to get into no one's pants; Abida is all... New and exciting, you know?  I'm sure she has some great stories and all sortsa' wonders about the Imperium, and I wouldn't mind tryin' to hear some of those stories and teach her some of that Imperial stuff, yeah?  Just want to make sure<i>you</i>don't get to her first." Reyhan folded her arms across her gut and gave a gentle nod.  "She's... Pure, I think.  Not bathed in blood an' ignorance like the rest of this galaxy.  I'd like her to stay that way."<br/><br/>Reyhan took a moment to quietly reflect on the statement before giving her head a little shake.  "But, ah, it isn't like I can stop you none.  Nor me neither."  She sighed once again before looking off towards the simple steel wardrobe to the right of her bed.  "So, you said a little get-together, eh?  Suppose I have to take another shower, huh?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>