Torin blinked. He hadn't heard of a Sister being on-board. A lapse in his concentration, perhaps? Either way, it warranted correction. He didn't want to be out-of-touch, especially concerning new souls aboard his employer's ship.<br/><br/>He registered the Rogue Trader's attentions towards the Arbitrator and the prospective tech-priest with a mild twinge of jealousy. Perhaps it was their association of several years speaking, but Torin was still somewhat protective towards his employer, particularly regarding his knowledge of her tastes. She wasn't exactly promiscuous, as far as he was aware, but regardless - he knew the look in her eye, and his body subtly responded in its own fashion.<br/><br/>For the time being, however, he remained standing off to one side, preserving his air of cool competence as best he could, as he adapted to each new arrival. He absent-mindedly wondered how many more would be coming aboard, as each new face was another he'd have to keep an eye on. He'd seen too many crew-members lost in the years of his employment to be entirely confident of their survival, but then, that was the fate of a servant of a Rogue Trader - to likely meet a messy end within several years. It was a minor miracle that he'd lasted this long - that, and several expensive augmetics, paired with the fact that his employer evidently valued his continued existence enough to keep him around. He owed her more than he cared to dwell on, and they both knew it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>