Fingers worked dexterously in undoing the buckles and straps of her belts that kept her secured in her seat.   For the ship had just come out of the vash'aun'an (warp).<br/><br/>The young woman known amongst her fellow crew as simply Cin.   Her past a enigma to those that know her.   As others gave thanks to the god-emperor of mankind and the Imperilium.   Cin had quietly done her own sio't (prayers).   Thou her's go to the wise Aun.     For those of the ethereal caste wisdom guided all for the greater good.   Of course she realized they could not hear her prayers.  Or at least she did not think so.    It thou did bring  a sense of comfort for her to give her little sio't when slightly stressed.    Stress was the word for her.   For through she has done it numerous times.  She really hated space travel.  Preferring to feel the ground at her feet then be in the great expense of space.<br/><br/>Free of being strapped into her seat,  Cin would stand.   Stretching as she rose to her feet.  Though it had not seem long, the time was much different going through the vash'aun'an.     A slight purse of her lips, a moment with a whimsical expression flashed.  The expression given for the longing for a good warm cup  of ky'husa.   However, the drink is something from back home.   Never the less a drink is what she wanted now.   The gue'la (human) of the Imperialium had a drink she liked.  That if she stretched it might be close in comparison.  Thou they did not serve it warm,  it did heat her throat as it goes down.   They call it cognac, this clear rouge drink.   Thou strangely it was served in mere sips.<br/><br/>Cin would head to get her drink.    As she is equally anxious to get back to deciphering the ancient Be'ghal (Ork) tablets  she had picked up at their last stop.   There were a few sigils that seemed out of place, thus a more thorough study and thought would be needed.