Despite his deep-seated unease regarding the Astropath, Torin listened in, visibly fascinated by Sister Naser's reactions. She was taking the interaction in an odd fashion, to say the least - it was actually almost disturbing. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing was shallow, and he could swear her eyes were unfocused. She seemed faint, and he couldn't help but frown at the implications - either the Astropath was probing her mind, or the Sister had some deep-seated issues that, frankly, he wanted to know about.<br/><br/>Calming himself through force-of-will, he took several steps forward, standing next to the pair as they interacted, though he still made a point of not looking directly at the Astropath. He could will himself into indifference, certainly, but the fact remained that the 'woman' - if one could call her that - was still a Warp-blasted wreck, and Torin had killed enough psykers to know how catastrophically unstable they could be. Certainly, the Astropath was more stable than most, but he'd heard stories about entire ships being brought down by the deaths or corruptions of their Astropaths. Frankly, he was . . . 'frightened' wasn't the right word, but it was along the right lines.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>