With a furrowed brow Covud spied the dead mutated rodent within the machine… Damn thing looked shrivelled and dried up, like it had been bled dry or something. He didn’t even want to know what the green fluid was. Well, this device was definitely nothing from the Adeptus Mechanicus, or at least nothing Covud had seen before.<span style="color: red">‘Is this perhaps something from the lost-worlder?’</span>He thought, stroking his chin in a quizzical fashion. He was so engrossed with his curiosity that he was barely aware of Sister Naser (despite her thunderous footfalls), let alone Torin’s presence.<br/><br/>The arbitrator just managed to notice the flashing orange light when a gleeful Abida rushed into the kitchen, only just managing to step out of her way, letting her operate the device. Well that explained the machine’s unfamiliar nature.<span style="color: red">”Well done!”</span>Covud chuckled, a smile playing across his scarred features as he watched her practically bounce away to her patients.<span style="color: red">”Ahhh, youths… always so enthusiastic,”</span>He muttered, shaking his head… Good Emperor, that vibrant display of energy made him feel so old.<br/><br/>Covud turned around, finally registering the presence of Naser and Torin… A slight tinge of nervousness still clung to the back of his mind, but he was able to ignore it more or less completely. He light up a lho-stick as he observed the pair momentarily,<span style="color: red">”Beg your pardon, where did you say the syringes were, sister Naser? My attention was elsewhere,”</span>Covud asked, once he judged he wasn’t  interrupting anything, stepping out of the Kitchen completely to avoid getting in the returning Abida's way.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>