Delila was about to go into great detail on the possible sexually transmitted diseases the rogue trader may have picked up when she was grabbed by one of the local drunks. The smell of stale beer and failure confirmed him as Torvan the fallen. The tall woman glared down at the man through her helmet before delivering a hard knee to Torvan's crotch.<br/><br/>"Unhand me. You are no Uncle of mine," She hissed. Male members of her house outside of close family were always referred to as Uncle. "Be thankful for that. If you were a member of my House you would have died on Nosfen IV long ago."<br/><br/>Delila's interest in disaster demanded attention. "Now, what are you blathering about?"