Lucia, even standing still, almost blended into the dank and somewhat dirty surroundings.  Even with as much soap as she'd been able to muster over the last few weeks, she still smelled slightly like the underhive, and it was with some degree of trepidation she was being asked to return to it.  But when her Master called, the memories of pain served as a highly sufficient motivator to be loyal in her service.<br/><br/>She stood in the rear corner, a well-maintained autogun slung over her shoulder.  Given the rest of her appearance, it was probably the nicest thing on her person.  The rest of her looked like a typical underhiver, nothing anyone would ever notice unless they were specifically looking. Something of a useful skill in it's own right.<br/><br/>Currently, she spent her time devouring a surprisingly hefty container of grox-stew, somewhat amazingly managing to keep everything in the container despite the constant lurches of the platform.  Recently, she'd made every usage of the dispensation she had been awarded by her Inquisitorial masters,and she was slowly returning to something approaching healthy.  It helped that she'd been in the Scintilla underhive for the past three years, it made even this rubbish taste like the finest feast. Crumpling the container, she eyed her fellow Acolytes.<br/><br/>Jon and Rhia were both capable and loyal.  In Rhia's case she'd even saved her life after her gun had jammed on Ferault II.  And Jon, despite his appearance, was an incredibly capable Agent when pressed. The guardsman just looked like a slab of vat grown muscle, and that was fine with her. She knew someone else was going to be shot at most times, and that was fine with her.  The last woman though, she couldn't place. She was tiny, and wasn't carrying much in the way of arms.  A servant of the Administratum?<br/><br/>It's good to be working with you again Rhia, you too Jon.  It's been awhile. Turning to the guardsman, she brushed her hand ff on her coat, in a vain attempt to clean it of the pervasive underhive muck. Likewise, pleasure to meet you.  Lucia Fel is the name.