Reyhan took the occasional look Abida's way as she dressed, sure, but seemed rather indifferent to view; she was just another human lass after all, no tentacles or extra appendages or penises or anything.  The ganger stood up against the wall with arms folded across her bosom in quiet observance while the Akkid woman called back over the comms system, waiting for a few seconds afterwards before making another inquiry. "Do you all have to deal with the daemons and the Chaos Gods out in your system?  I mean, I expect you've run into them once or twice. They're just goddamned everywhere." Reyhan spat, furrowing her brow.  "I don't like any of it."<br/><br/>With all the genuinely weird stuff  that had gone on in the past five years, Reyhan had a reason not to care for the strange warp entities and their servants.  The captain was as thick as thieves with daemons as far as she knew; the tattoo was more than enough to prove it, let alone the tail and horns.  Presumably other members of her staff were as depraved too, with even Reyhan herself doubting her purity at times.  Even if she lied and cheated and stole, she prayed to the Emperor daily for protection against Chaos, and he had provided every single day in the Hive.  But aboard the ship, she couldn't help but feel as if something wasn't right, like she had just walked into a nest of cultists.  Perhaps she was wrong, that Anastasia was the only one, that, maybe, she wished to absolve herself of her sins.  But it didn't seem likely.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>