Sister Naser stood in the shaft in her priory robes, shifting about as the shaft car made its way to the ship bridge. She was late... and not happy about. She had just dropped off her gear in her assigned room and hurriedly made her way to a servitor guide who could point her in the right direction to the ship's mistress. The last thing she wanted to do was make a bad impression in relation to her new found responsibilities and charges. The Emperor protects it is said but she had heard of the wrath of Rogue Trader Mistress' and would rather not stoke that wrath. She nervously shuffled and smoothed her robes out, pulling her hair behind her eyes and exposing the Mark of the Fleur on her right cheek. She took a deep breath, made the sign of the Aquila and stepped through the shaft car door as it opened finally at the bridge. Her robes mostly white with some gold inlay failed to cover her warriors physique toned muscles and womanly shape. Her white hair stood out among the dark and mechanical bridge.<br/><br/><br/>Her boots clicked on the deck as she took a look around. She noticed the large grouping of people who looked out of place on this type of bridge at the upper spire club and figured the the Ship's Mistress must be there with them. She hurried up to that level and looked for D'Crux. Ah, yes, the quite opulent looking woman in the Imperial greatcoat and velvet pants. She tried not to barge into the group and make a scene but she cleared her throat as she finally stopped moving and reported in her eyes looking straight ahead, not focusing on any one soul.<br/><br/>"Sister Lilla Naser of the Order of the White Rose reporting to the Fair Lady, Mistress."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>