The party continued around the menagerie of hopeful hires and friends of the Lord-Captain. A few nobles dared to try to interrupt the woman and her retinue-to-be only to be escorted away politely by the ever watchful staff and guards in their polished , gleaming black carapace. None of this captured Ana’s attention, in fact the Lord Captain barely batted an eye when a man trying to grab her and her attention was simply walked away sternly with a guard’s grip secure around his wrist and  if the guard with the power maul he was walked to was any indication, likely beaten severely in a back room.<br/><br/>Otherwise the events around them are quite pleasant as music continues to play and the pelasunt hum of many conversations at once fill the air along with the cloying scent of richly anointed pipes filled with obscura and various other weak narcotics. If the Lord Captain notices the actions of her advisor and Cyrine she does not show it in the least, in fact only a pleasant smile decorates her painted lips as she looks up at Veche. Of course she was a slight bit jealous but there was really no reason to be. All three of them had on occasion shared each other’s company in Anastasia’s chambers and in fact the first time the two other women had been urged to do so it was simply Ana who watched, smoking obscura from a waterpipe and languidly fulfilling her own needs.<br/><br/>The thought of the evening fills her with a pining not for Euphrati’s company but Cyrine’s, the Rogue Trader frowning for a brief moment before she pushes the thought out of her head and instead savors the reassuring feeling of the remembrancer’s Gladstone clicking against her teeth. It was interesting, to say the least, that Veche was not so surprised she’d known his name but perhaps he was much more intelligent than even the paper’s she’d browsed over had suggested after all he certainly seemed eloquent and well-spoken. When he struggles to compliment her tricorn hat she laughs, the small sapphire she wore as a beauty mark above the corner of her right lip catching the light. “ Oh the hat has a story my friend, much like everything else on this vessel. It’s a fairly long winded affair but perhaps I will tell it to you one evening over dinner.”<br/><br/>She delivers the invitation with a slight wink, the guardsman beside her,Odwin, finally taking his eyes away from the odd display that Cyrine and Euphrati were making , straightening his suit’s tie and shaking his head with a playful smile.” Yes she has impeccable taste in just about everything. You’d be wise to take her invitation seriously, she has amasec and wine that could likely fell a man twice your size and taste good while doing so.”<br/><br/>Ana smiles as was expected of her at the comment and nods politely at her old friend. “ Thank you , Odwin. Can I invite you as well or must you remain stuffy and stay on Scintilla with your ball and chain?” The little barb behind the question was delivered playfull and it was clear Odwin took no offense at the comment, even delivering a little bit of his own while he took it.<br/><br/>“ Oh ana you’ll have your hands full with your little harem of admirers I am sure.” He winks at the Lord Captain and takes his leave before she can Riposte, the Rogue Trader clearing her throat and looking back to Veche with a grin. “Well, now I think you can see why I like Odwin.” The woman smooths out the front of her coat and straightens her sash before resting her hand back on the pommel of her weapon once more in a casual manner, likely just drawing reassurance from the thing more than anything else like many people used to combat. It was clear Veche was at least concerned about the job from his comment and she was sure the others were as well, not that there was much use in hiding anything at this point and drawing it out. “ Well, regarding the jobs. I’ve already chosen, the fact I already know your name and appearance is no coincidence. You have the job veche and when this little party finishes this evening all of my new hires will hopefully see fit to dine privately with me and discuss money and the appointment of their quarters.” The elegant woman motions around to everyone currently standing around her to make her point, the motion still almost upsettingly graceful almost as much as if to be ‘off’.<br/><br/>It was at this time she noticed the odd cock of Veche's head and the strange look on his face. With a little honeyed laugh the captain's own warp colored eyes flick to Cyrine and her own local 'spook' as guardsmen and experienced Imperial servants called psykers. Clearly he had heightened hearing or was quite good at drawing conections, not that the pair were really trying to hide anything at this point while caressing each other's necks and whispering so close. The Lord Captain shrugs casually at it, deflecting it with a wry smile and a little humor of her own. "If you thought Odwin was joking about a harem..." she purposefully leaves the statement hanging, her eyes slightly drawn with amusement at the situation as she watches the two's lips finally meet. " At least someone is happy to see the other."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>