Now, just as she was ready and head back to room, her vox was flooded with status requests. Irony always followed her no matter where she went.<br/><br/>"Torin, sorry to disturb your duties. Yes, I am very much still on the Medicare deck, just packing stores. Understood about the Mistress, I will postpone.  I will be here if you need something. Please advise, out."<br/><br/>"Covud, this is Sister Naser, yes, definitely that is part of my cache, very familiar with it's uses. If you would like to come down I can help distribute to your needs."<br/><br/>Lilla had a stray thought, perhaps she wasn't quite an Astartes out of combat at all.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>