Aurallia let the woman and her interesting fashion accessory stomp by. This one had much potential. Such anger and pride and lust. She could practically taste it. With little ceremony, she slipped in behind the other woman with the same lilting hum bubbling from her throat. She knew not to push too far lest her Inquisitorial companion get upset. It seemed that the psyker had the well in hand as it was. Besides all of that fell away at the sight of the Eldar woman. Aura's black eyes made it hard to know what held her attention but the fact her whole body moved to keep the alien always directly in front of her. Her breathing picked up and her body leaned forward just a little. Her nostrils flared as if trying to scent the exotic creature. It could easily have been mistaken for lust and it was in part but also there was the urge to defile, to find a way to send that beautiful soul to her true master, Slaanesh. Her tongue licked at her pouty lips and her hands flexed. It was almost imperceptible but the black nails elongated just slightly into wickedly sharpened points.<br/><br/>She managed to wrench her gaze away from the lithe beauty. The pact she had made with the Inquisitor forbade the slaughter of innocents. That did not stop the sweet-seeming girl from pouring honeyed words into the Inquisitor's pretty ear in an attempt to convince her that if the Eldar woman, the Xenos scum, were to disappear that it might be in everyone's best interests. They already seemed to be at odds. That was good. The commander was barely paid a moment's attention but she did favour him with an innocent curtsy and a slight blush. It was autonomic, a reflex for a being such as herself to present the right demeanour. Still her focus was torn between Mercias and Aine and then also to Evangeline as she began to bicker with the Inquisitor. Mastering herself, she simply stood passively, watching the argument. The conversation and Evangeline's subtle reactions spoke volumes of a past she was not privy to but could guess. So the high and mighty Inquisitor was not above a little dalliance. That could be useful information to have. Perhaps she could fill the void the Psyker had left in Mercia's bed. A little tremble ran through her. Imagine, dragging an inquisitor of all things into the depths of depravity. That thought almost made her forget the Eldar. Almost.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>