Seda, up until this very night had been taking her meals in her room or in her workshop, considering how busy she had been making her preliminary reports. The Adeptus Mechanicus had made her way to the main ballroom for dinner, having been taught, that it was proper protocol to show up at such a place once in a while. As soon as she had delicately pulled enough food to sustain herself from the evening off some very still girl whom, she was not quite sure if she should even speak to the woman underneath the food, but figured to err on the side of caution and not acknowledge her.<br/><br/>The tech priest was likely an odd sight amongst the revelry, a lone figure garbed in a red robe with her own hood raised. The mark of her order embroidered onto the chest. She stood about five and a half feet tall with a slender frame. She had the milky complexion of a person whom had never in their life actually stepped out onto a planet with a functioning or visible sun. Her hair was cut short to about the length of her chin, and was a soft pallid brown.  This, was clearly not her place but appearances were after all appearances and she felt they must be upkept lest it seem she resented the dynasty that she now worked for. She'd lean against the wall, idly picking at her food with little enjoyment of it in fact she looked rather neutral about the whole affair despite the fact she found it somewhat disturbing. After all, there was so much work to be done on the ship. Maybe instead of parading them around like works of art they could throw their servants in coveralls and actually keep much more efficient work schedules. Alas, they were uneducated masses though. They did not deserve to tend the machine spirits in any shape or form. But there had to be something more useful than being a writhing pile of flesh at a party.<br/><br/>Seda had been staring off into the distance, squinting thoughtfully as she tried to find some greater purpose to assign the slave girls to. It wasn't that she shunned sex, or the idea of pleasure. She just held a great admiration for it when it held some shred of... modesty and limitation. All things had to be balanced. Even the pursuit of knowledge which, granted took the largest share of her time. It would be with a resigned sigh that she'd scold herself silently to stop being so critical. Imperials could not be expected to hold themselves to the same standards of behavior that she was used to. Perhaps in fact, this was normal for the Non-Mechanicus elite.<br/><br/>Seda would look over after some time, finding herself exhausted by the displays. She'd eventually spot Nikolai, not far from her. Yes, Social engagement, was required for the evening and the Astropath seemed as displeased with the unnecessary display as she was. She would look towards him, tilting her head slightly, and start to silently calculate the best way to engage him in conversation. For the moment, rather awkwardly staring at him.