Sister Naser finally took one long smoothing out of her robes before coming around the edge of her bed and out to her office to meet Torin. Again, not smiling or or winking but rather stoic. She stepped out to behind her desk.<br/><br/>"Actually, I do in fact, though I was saving most of those questions for Mistress D'Crux. Though I am sure I could ask them of you too. Over dinner then?"<br/><br/>She took a look at his current state of dress. Her eyebrow raised up, though while it seemed that was perturbed, actually, she was secretly admiring his hidden weapons that he had under the layers of his clothes. She stepped around the table but Torin heard something rather distinctive. The pit and pat of flesh on the deck. She blinked a bit too as she might have just noticed it herself. She looked down and saw her toes below her robe. She wiggled them and then looked up at Torin, again stoic.<br/><br/>"Boots."<br/><br/>Torin was getting the distinct impression that Naser was playing the "straight" woman to comedic effect.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>