"Of course. Thanks again, tin-man. Have a nice day." Torin replied politely, leaving the assorted consecrated oils and leaving the room. Throne, but the Techpriest was fun to rile up. Torin was in a good mood, and, had he had proper organic legs, he would have had a bounce in his step. His legs felt good, he noted, pleased with the efficiency and talent of the Techpriest. The man was a miracle-worker in his own taciturn way, and Torin was grateful for it. He hadn't felt this good in a while.<br/><br/>The rest of the journey back to the Rogue Trader's quarters went by with little care. He bobbed and weaved through the maintenance tunnels freely, making good time, and eventually reached the doors of the Rogue Trader's rooms. Knocking several times on one of the doors, he allowed himself in, not bothering to wait for the Servitors to open them. Barely blinking at the fact that the Rogue Trader was plainly in some form of intimate embrace with a tall woman he didn't recognise, and with her mutations on full display, Torin stood to attention at the entrance of the room, his gaze politely fixed on an ambiguous point somewhere over their heads.<br/><br/>"Reporting for orders, boss." He calmly said, his tone neutral. Part of him was embarrassed for interrupting the scene, part of him was characteristically jealous of the ladies' intimacy, and the rest of him was generally indifferent. His sole purpose at the moment was to attend to the Rogue Trader's whims, but otherwise, he was content to leave her to her lovemaking if she wished.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>