Klaus felt the doors open behind him, followed by the presence of the Eldar woman behind him, prompting him to pause, and light a second lho-stick from the hot barrel of his weapon. Smiling, he set the Multimelta down on the reinforced shelf separating the firing range from the armoury, and looked at the smaller Xeno. "Arriana. What brings you here? Finally decided to take my advice and get that junky needler of yours looked at?"<br/><br/>He shrugged out of the fuel pack for the large weapon, then, turning, he unholstered his personal laspistol and sent a bolt of coherent light into a cutout of a Genestealer, coring a neat hole into the image. Pausing, he cursed under his breath, and placed the pistol on the shelf, popping its power cell from the grip, before he turned, picked up his MultiMelta, and placed it back in its storage locker. Muttering quietly, he returned to the pistol, and, using a screwdriver he picked up from a small drawer under the lip of the shelf, he adjusted the pistol's focusing lens, fiddling with the pistol carefully so that it would shoot straighter.<br/><br/>A moment later, he picked up his vox unit, and spoke into it. "Void, send a Servitor to the Fore armoury with a replacement toolset for weapon maintenance." The emotionless voice that returned through the vox affirmed his order, though he paused, and looked at Arriana for a moment. "Did you tinker with the Servitors again?" His query trailed off into some muttering, his dark eyes flicking back to the laspistol for a long moment before he busied himself trying to fix the handheld flashlight with only a screwdriver, and a lot of quiet cursing.