Synaerihl was in her own quarters, idly playing with various toxins and chemicals when the servo-skull found her. It repeated the Captain's message and then floated off to find the next crew member, Syn not making any acknowledgement of the thing beyond a slight twitch of a pointed ear, all her focus on her 'work', so she didn't accidentally twitch a finger instead and kill herself with a cloud of poisonous gas. In truth, this was work for a haemonculous - they made the best poisons and drugs - but she'd taken it up as a hobby long ago, and she did seem to be rather lacking access to any haemonculous crafters to trade with. Syn knowledge couldn't compare, but she'd make a decent hallucinogenic drink fit for the finely tuned senses of an Eldar if it did, in fact, kill her; she was getting desperately tired of the boring and unrefined swill the mon'keigh passed off as alcohol.<br/><br/>Done for now, she sighed and set down her current effort and stood, pulling off the work smock she'd tugged on after returning from her bath. Syn chose one of her most recent acquisitions for dinner attire, a sheer fuchsia pull-over, sleeveless and fully open down both sides like a tabard, embroidered black lace adornments along the bottom inch and upper chest, above her breasts. It only fell to mid-thigh, and she secured it about her waist with a black, latex-ish garter belt, the straps widely spaced so they didn't interfere with the movement of the gauzy pull-over. Black fishnet stockings, gloves, and glossy black stiletto heeled boots to round out the outfit, and her splinter pistol and one of the trademark dual-monoblades favoured by the Dark Eldar to complete it.<br/><br/>Tying her midnight hair back with a silver cord and a touch of black and dark red makeup to finish things off, Syn felt she looked appropriately 'wych-y' for dinner, at last. Running her hands down her lithe body, letting her slightly-long and delicately sharpened blood-red fingernails drag a little, she grinned at herself in the mirror before turning sharply on her heel and leaving to meet the Captain and the rest of the non-fodder members of the crew for dinner.