The Tech-priest would stand passively, allowing Nikolai to keep his arm around hers for the moment, to avoid any awkwardness should they have to quickly move to meet with yet another member of their crew and she was indeed keeping her eyes out for them. Upon her assignment she had looked up the files of her new colleagues, and while minor details like names and titles seemed to of slipped her mind, as niceties were sometimes want to when one is tasked with constantly in-taking new information. At the very least she trusted herself to be able to pick them out of the crowd, considering that the high ranking crew often markedly stood out from the normal rabble.<br/><br/>"You will grow used to it over time, I would likely be equally ill at ease myself had I not spent the last several years on a forge world. Even though I find this planet... disconcertingly quiet though. I will be honest in admitting I find it incredibly difficult to sleep with how quiet it gets... when they don't have these little gatherings at least. I was born in the void as well, even if I lived on a forge world for a significant amount of time." She'd say with a small nod. Glancing down to the wine glass she had been 'working' on through the evening and finding it empty, and idly glancing around for whom she could get it refilled by.<br/><br/>"I am almost inclined to completely agree, Though I do see that some people long for the conditions they were raised under. My Patrician was raised on an Agri-world on the frontier, he always longed to get down to planets to breathe in air and stand on dirt. I of course absolutely detested every excursion, but I suppose I'm growing to appreciate the subtle pleasure of being planet-side. It is a grounding experience to remember every spec has, millions of lives upon it all with troves of information to be collected and secrets to be coaxed forth." She'd say, with a bit of a perk of her head as she'd find herself looking around the room again.