"Why are you so sheepish? You don't have to be." Abida inquired of the woman. She adjusted some settings on a few instruments, setting them seemingly to work on low power. The bright green light emanating from a few of them dimmed. She packed her bag up and left instructions to the other staff of the medical ward about which pills were which and which syringe contained what. Abida didn't really know what a hive was, she would ask but likely assumed it was another dirty crowded world common in the Imperium. A hive world sounded more like somewhere bugs would live, but then again Reyhan knew the culture and lingo. She then carefully put away the last remaining vials and gave instruction for the servitors to carry her armor and strange gun and backpack to the room. As the servitors walked away, carrying her armor dutifully, Abida grabbed a spray bottle and wiped the counter down.<br/><br/>With that Abida had fully cleaned up and left the necessary instruments on. With her side bag on she led the woman out a back door and down a long series of corridors. She passed the great chapel briefly peering in for a moment, seeing Sister Naser doing something in there, before continuing on her way. Until finally reaching the stateroom belonging to Abida. It was fairly large and nice, however a bit cluttered. Plants occupied one shelf, various flowers and fauna native to Akkad. The aroma of the flowers filling the room with the scent of an open field. Her strange armor lay in one corner of the large room. Off in an inlet sat a desk with many papers and chemistry charts. When Abida walked in she instantly pressed the button of a music box on another shelf and it began playing more<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPXwkWVEIIw" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">music from her homeworld</a>. "Come on in, tell me .... just who is Reyhan anyway? What is ..." Abida tried to remember the words again "Hive world?" she finished. As she did she went off into an alcove in the large stateroom and opened a massive cabinet containing articles of clothing. Abida would pull one article out, a shirt, a vest, a dress skirt, pants, shoes, hats, bras and others things. The decisions seemed to plague the woman as she considered what relaxing attire she wished to wear about the stateroom. As she did, her music would echo beyond her room a bit.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>