The mousey tech-priestess kept to herself but she stood near the group,  her mechanical hand wringing the flesh of her real hand as thebpeople in the chapel began to mill about and claim spots of their own to rest,  a few even talking idly about the Abbess' quarters here and what they could possibly hold.<br/><br/>June inclined her head to the conversation between the group though,  her cowl obscuring her face ans her steady breathing heard beneath the grille on her face,  though it almost seemed labored a slight bit,  as if the ritual had tired her out a bit. Her mind only turned more gears as the man spoke his plan aloud,  axe nestled in the crook of her arm as she shuffled foot to foot. It seemed slums to her,  though of course studying a likely thousands year old astropathix relay was an easy way to appeal to -any- laypriestess of the metal. After Lukas she had her turn,  her quiet voice voxed in and slightly raspy. " I agree to the plan. We secure the oldest tech likely on the planet and ensure we hold the ties for communication. We'd only have to worry about the posted guard and mechanicus detail. "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>