Cyrine Haxta was headed to the bridge as instructed..when she got...distracted.<br/>The  Remembrancer  trounced through the halls intent on doing as instructed when she came across a servitor with what she could only describe as ‘legs that wouldn’t quit.’ . Cyrine was intent on doing what the Imperium sent her to do: document endless details of this expedition. And really ,how could she claim to do her job if she neglected to record such a beautiful combination of metal and flesh?<br/><br/>After snapping sufficient pictos of the drone she set off on her way again-this time certain she would make it to her rendezvous point.  Her certainty lasted only a minute or two, as Cyrine was distracted by a second servitor...this one with what could only be described as a perfect backside.<br/><br/>The Rememberancer tilts her head and follows the drone, snapping pictos as her hand fumbles in to her pocket , searching for a Lho stick. With the stick placed firmly between her lips , her wild curly crimson locks bounce up and down as she turns down hall way after hallway- completely and utterly distracted by the body of the near perfect drone.<br/><br/>She stops for a moment looking around, realizing that she is now completely and utterly lost. Her tongue rolls a pale yellow rock up and over its self , as the slow feeling of panic fades and is replaced with a general aura of well being, she shrugs her shoulders and scampers off, snapping pictos of anything that catches her eye.<br/><br/>She comes to a pair of elaborate double doors -her eyes widen, as clearly whatever is behind this door is worth knowing about. She lets her self in , and starts to investigate...for the imperium..of course.<br/>She starts to take pictos of anything that strikes her fancy- glasses, paintings, particularly enthralling chairs...<br/><br/>She continues about her way as she comes across a bathing chamber.  She invites her self in once more. Her jaw drops at the sight, shes never seen such upscale bathing chambers in all her days- She grins broadly, as she sets to taking pictures again, her head ducking and weaving as she takes picto after picto. Her curly hair flying all about as she jerks madly from side to side- trying to get the best angle of the toilet, bathtub,and sink -respectively.<br/><br/>Then she hears it - The sound of footsteps coming from behind her...She starts to panic.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>