Sister Verdania clicks her torch on, the beam doing little to illuminate the far depths of the mine. She has just enough control to not turn her las-pistol on the servitor that drones away, realising it is merely a tool, not a threat.<br/><br/>"Who knows how many of those things we'll find toiling away, not even sentient enough to know the dangers that lurk within. Come on, let's bring an end to this blasphemy."