Suppressing a  faint twinge of disappointment as the Sister broke the embrace, Torin nonetheless hefted her weapon as well as he could - which, as far as he was concerned, felt like hefting around a heavy stubber, or something along those lines - and presented a bold, somewhat cocksure face for the two of them. He assumed that he was supposed to be thrilled and awed, but really, he felt nothing more than surprised delight to have been granted the privilege of wielding the mighty weapon, if only during a practice session.<br/><br/>He awkwardly fumbled to catch the lightweight armour that the Techpriest was tossing his way, failing to do anything about it as the garment bounced loosely off of the bolter.<br/><br/>"Nice throw, cogboy. You must've been a scrumball champion in the seminary." He added, his voice laden with mildly sarcastic reproof.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>