"I don't want to see another daemon come crawling out of your poor head and rip the ship a new ass, most certainly not something I want to see happen again. No offense intended, just a security consideration."

Adrianne's eyes had already fallen on Stukov before he had even began to speak, as if she had sensed the question before it ever came.

Feeling the clear discomfort of the armsman, presumably because he now had the full attention of a psyker, Adrianne choose to ignore it instead and answered his question in a disaffected voice, her expression looking more bored than anything.

"The chance of any daemon to come crawling out of my head is equal to the chance of daemon coming out my own ass." She answered, as if she had heard the question a thousand times before.
"Scrying is one of the safest things I can do related to the warp. It requires minimal interference on my part; only that I listen. Even now, in this very room, I can already sense the eldritch energies passing through it."
 
She would explain to the concerned armsman, before doing him a favor and looking another way. But as Inquisitor Zhevon began talking about his null-rod, Adrianne would suddenly send him a subtle glare for a moment; as if the inquisitor had just said something that had gravely insulted the psyker!

But she said nothing, and the sudden expression of emotion would be brief for Adrianne, before her face returned to its neutral, disaffected expression. 

"My armor is neutral, representing no affiliation beyond imperial. A change will not be necessary." Adrianne explained in her calm, almost monotonous voice as she gazed out across the rest of the room. Her armor, although fancy and not very subtle, did not link her in any way or form to the inquisition, except for a badge at the side of her ornate chestplate which she could easily remove at will. At best, people would realize she was a psyker, and the natural reactions would follow.  

"As for not scaring any of the local peasantry, I'm afraid I won't be able to help with that. It's sort of a specialty, a natural talent of mine. Comes with the profession."

Adrianne would speak at Zhevon's mention of weapon concealment. The psyker, who originally been leaning against the doorway, would suddenly step forward as she looked at the inquisitor.

"The scrying ritual will take me some time if I am to get any good results. I will therefore start immediately." She said, gently holding out her hand; causing her staff which was leaning against one of the tubes to float into her hand.
"As for leaving the rest of this briefing, do not worry. With so many impressionable, open minds in this room, I might pay you a mental visit during the ritual."

As she said so, an almost unnoticeable, near-invisible little grin appeared at her otherwise stoic lips as she gazed out across the rest of the people in the room, before Adrianne would then turn around and walk out of the briefing room.

But as she did so, with her focus still being on the rest of the crew members; she had failed to notice Thrallindor just as the short squat was entering the room at the same time!

Due to his small stature, Adrianne would fail to notice the small creature, causing her to crash into him with her knee and stumble forward; barely managing to regain her balance by clinging onto a wall!

"Aaahhhh!!" She screamed out loud with a surprisingly sharp, high pitched voice; spinning around to look at the creature she had just kicked over! The psyker's face was twisted in a furious grimace, her eyes were shooting out small sparks of seething warp energies, and her left was hand burning was with a menacing, purple flame as she turned to face him!

But when she recognized Thrallindor, the flame immediately died out as soon as it had appeared, and Adrianne threw him a furious stare.

"Cursed midgets, may they all burn in the warp!" She muttered below her voice, before turning around and stomping angrily away from the briefing room; to head towards her own, quiet little compartment of the ship to begin her scrying ritual.

Preferably without running into any additional midgets on the way!