The Battle-Sister stood up, straightening her back, her bob-cut white hair framing her face in a shadow now that the void shutters closed. She thought about all she has seen and all she will see. Her new life had just started and even now, she considered her choices before her. Her faith guided her thoughts to her sisterhood, so far away on Ophelia but also on her mind was her imminent duties. Now that the ship was in the warp, the crew will need their spirituality tended to. And they couldn't do that unless the chapel was prepared with the proper vestments and honorifics. She wish she had more time to meet with and get to know all the people present in the club on the bridge but it would seem that they too believed in the saying, "Idle hands..."<br/><br/>"Mistress, may I have your permission to be dismissed? I have much unpacking and preparation to do in my quarters and office."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>