Aura's eyes flicked off of the Eldar woman, drawn to Mercia and Evangeline by the sudden movement. A little smile slitted over her pretty pink lips. The Inquisitor was emotional, that was good. It was so much easier to corrupt passionate people. This term of servitude might pay dividends more quickly than Aura though, or at least the creature that had been Aura thought. With that her gaze shifted back to the Eldar and the slight smile blossomed into a brief, toothy grin that looked completely wrong set against such a soft, innocent face.<br/><br/>The Eldar had moved, not much but enough to put her commander's bulk between them. Aurallia almost laughed. Her eyes took in every nuance, every slight shift in Aine's body. Her lips were compressed slightly more than they had been before, she stood more rigidly, and the lean muscle of her shoulders stood out a little more. The poor thing must be struggling to keep her calm facade from crumbling. Just to test Aine's resolve, her eyes stayed firmly on her face as she moved gracefully to Evangeline's side. She leaned in and purred into the woman's ear.<span style="color: darkred"> "Provoking Inquisitor Mercia is unwise you are aware. If your tongue must continue to wag, I can think of several ways it could be put to better use."</span>Then she simply walked away, heading toward the holoprojector is it flared to life. She did not look back to see Evangeline's reaction. It was a subtle nudge to put the thought in her head. She sincerely hoped that the seed would take root; perhaps she could hint that she was against the Inquisitor as well and lead the psyker to further betrayal. It was clear that pushing those two into conflict would be child's play but she would need to ponder. Sometimes it was no fun to take the easy approach. She was an artist of a sort after all.<br/><br/>While Aura was paying attention to what was being said and the views presented on the holoprojector, her eyes again settled on the corsair. She still had the intention of killing the woman, but as that option was not available it would suffice to continue to press, to check for cracks in her armour. Her gaze remained on the Eldar woman, steady and unblinking. She was not wrong however. The images that were displayed most definitely did look like the work of Nurgle. Before she had been walled up in the mortal body, she had taken to many battlefields and seen sights very similar to that. It seemed to be a day for opportunity. An Eldar to toy with, an Inquisitor to corrupt, a psyker to help down the path to damnation and even a chance to play a part in denying a rival god's plans; Once thing was certain, things were not dull.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>