As D’crux removes her silken scarf, Cyrine leans in, standing again to her tip toes to inspect the adornments she had only suspected before.  She listens to the captain talk, silently taking note of questions to answer.  She watches the woman disrobe, immediately she feels her stomach jump, and her pulse quicken.<br/><br/>The older womans ghastly pale skin , matched with the crimson undergarments caused the reporter to salivate a bit.  She swallows and takes a step towards the captain as she digs in to the chest. She clacks the glad stone in her mouth back and forth, finally tosses her spent Lho stick to the floor- caring very little that it was in the captains restroom.  She watches with intense interest, her teeth sinking in to her bottom lip, marking each question in her mind for answering when it was her ‘turn’ to speak.<br/><br/>When she sees Anastasia turn with the offered drug and her eyes light up. Even more. If thats possible.<br/><br/>She takes a purposefully slow step forward. Circling the  smaller woman once more - assumingly deep in thought.  She opens her mouth to speak, eyeing the horns casually...she then closes her mouth- as if she no longer wishes to speak. Her eyes go from their normal hue of emerald green - to a pale silver- She circles the captain once more. This time as she stands behind the smaller woman , her husky, raspy voice starts to purr,  the voice much deeper then before- it almost takes on an ethereal  quality  “So many questions...”<br/><br/>She leans in behind Anastasia, her head hovering over the smaller womans right shoulder, “Yes. You’ve gotten my interest. “ she starts, “That is a undisputed fact.  Age however is not. “ She lets her fingers trail up the back of the traders thick black locks, as she languidly toys with her right horn. “Age much like other meddlesome concepts such as fact, and truth are constructs of man. To say you’re old would be akin to saying  I was assigned here in the identical manner of which you procured these.”<br/>Her long, nimble fingers play with the horns, her thumb running along the length.  “All of it is true, yet none of it is fact- thus..there is room for interpretation. I am here- and you have these.“ She speaks her inane riddle- her voice becoming more airy and increasingly distinguishable from her normal tone. “You dabbled with this...i dabbled in that...dabbling was done. Choices made.  “ She ducks back moving her head to hover over the captains left shoulder.  “You are not a distraction..nor do you polarize my visions...you are as you are. And the sweet lady inspiration has dubbed you my muse. I have had no choice but to listen in this matter.” she insists.<br/><br/><br/>Her fingers reach over the shorter womans shoulder, her right hand still fiddling with the horns , her left toying with the length of the offered Obscura.  “Whatever you offer- it is clear i am accepting.” she beams, letting her fingers trail along the stick as playfully as it is suggestively.<br/><br/>Her hand tightens around the stick dangling from the captains lips. She cranes her neck back slowly and steps away. Her voice losing that airiness and now filled with its previous depth and hoarseness. Her eyes resume back to normal, and she appears slightly winded.<br/>“ Sorry um.." She croaks out, "That just happens sometimes...”<br/><br/>She returns to stand in front of the captain. She is as calm now as she was creepy only moments before.  She tosses the stick of Obscrua into the air and looks to the captain, "So where too with this? You run this whole ship - surely you don't smoke in the head.."<br/><br/><b>((TL.DR : Cyrine oggles the captain and has her first psyker episode- She fondles some horns, rambles incoherently and then proceeds to steps prior to smoking obscrua with D'Crux ))</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>