Sister Naser had made it back to her stateroom easily enough. The furnishings on this ship were clearly amazing to her. She had seen nothing like it at Ophelia VII.<br/><br/>The Mistress' team was interesting. She removed her prayer robes and opened her chest of gear. She didn't really get a chance to meet the Arbitrator, if that's what he was since he seemed to carry the air of a judge. Arbitrators in her experience were just and loyal servants of the Empire so she felt content to have one on board.<br/><br/>She splayed out her black and red battle-gear on the bed, piece by piece and began to attach each piece to her body, ensuring the white purity seals were in the right place as well as the red joint seals matching up perfectly. She worked her long feet and strong shapely calves into her boots first, then her muscular thighs pale as the rest of her skin, enclosed in the black armored upper legs of the gear itself.  The woman from the lost world of Akkad, Abida... she seemed kind enough and Lilla felt she could become fast friends with the Apothecary.<br/><br/>She took the dark pelvic guard and opened it, sliding her high and tight butt into the guard always presented a problem but that was only due to her incessant work out sessions with the other sisters, so no shame for the Emperor there. It fit snugly but securely around her. The body guard, wish she picked up on his name, maybe a bit hard and stoic (and she was known to be stoic herself), but loyal and dependable, and Lilla liked dependable.<br/><br/>The armored chest pseudo-carapace was next, Black with red trimmings and purity seals placed throughout, this battle-gear made her already pale skin look almost alabaster. Her light clothe top being pressed against her skin as she got most of her rib cage and chest into the right places, the mark of the Fleur detailing the shape of the perfectly fitted bust-line. She snaps the joint locks in place, encapsulating her upper torso just snugly. Now the tech-priest, she was very comfortable with his kind as Ophelia had many servitors in their monasteries. While some of the Order shunned the Mechanicum, she did not. She found that they had a proper place in the galaxy under the Emperor and appreciated their efficiency and their faith in the Emperor and by extension, the machine-god. While some in the Ecclesiastical division found their beliefs heretical in some sense, she saw it as all encompassing of what the Emperor truly wanted for the Imperium.<br/><br/>The oversized black and red pauldrons was the next bit, those were easy to snap on once she got her torso piece in place, though they did make her look like a bit of a man. She frowned at the thought. Now the Mistress D'Crux, she was an interesting one. Not a Battle-Sister obviously, like herself but she had an air of extreme capability and power. She recognized that right away. Almost like her Cannoness. She seemed to not only harbor great experience but she felt that this Rogue Trader would have a lot to teach her about the world outside of the Monasteries. She was lucky to have such an employer in this part of the galaxy and on such a pilgrimage!<br/><br/>She spent time cleaning and blessing her bolter and bolt-gun, then once complete, she loaded them with honor and reverence, ensuring the proper tech-spirit seals were in place. She also ensured that her powe-sword, a family heirloom, was in proper working order. She finally took her helmet and cradled it in her arms.  then she grabbed the vox controls and tapped it on.<br/><br/>"Most Honorable Chief Technician Zev. It is my regret to disturb you in your duties but I was wondering if you could send a servitor guide to my chambers so that I can make my way to the Ship's Chapel. I have a large chest of adornments that I need to bring with me so I will need a hover cart if you have one. Also, after my duties at the Chapel are complete, I would like to visit Mistress D'Crux if she is not terribly busy or has gone to recluse. If you can help me make those arrangements, the Order would be very grateful."<br/><br/><b>((tl:dr she gets dressed thinking about everyone she's met in an utterly innocent way))</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>