Sister Naser recognized an order when she heard one. The obedient soldier in her led the way as she flicked off her power sword, sheathing it and then holstering her bolt-gun as well even though she disliked having a Las-gun leveled at her while doing so. She noticed her torn robe on the floor and kicked it softly with her boot, her brow furrowed and her lips pursed together. Disappointed somewhat in herself for being rash, she took a deep breath,<br/><br/>"I apologize Mistress for the reaction. It's sort of built into my training and bones. Obviously the Xenos was the last thing I expected to see on this bridge." Her eyes kept on Torin's until he removed his own weapons from play.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>