"And to answer your question, Psyker Valenthin, I am headless."

Adrianna would raise an eyebrow at the Inquisitor's reply, her face taking on a quizzical shape as if the psyker was ever so slightly dazzled and befuddled by Zhevon's comment. She maintained the odd gaze until Zhevon together with Stukov had stepped into the Captain's quarters, and the door slid shut behind the two.

[i]"What a strange man."[/i]

If anything, the role of inquisitor seemed to attract the type of eccentric personalities, to say the least.

But regardless of what she had heard, she would soon return her mind to the task at hand. They had yet to make planetfall, and it would be prudent for her to be present at the hangar before the inquisitor ever made it there.

Thus, with her servo-skull following closely behind her, Adrianne began to make her way down from the bridge and towards the hangar B-12. But not without first visiting one of the ship's lonely kiosks that sat alone in the maze of corridors that was the ship's interior, where she requisitioned a bottle of sparkly vanilla and licorice flavored soda that she brought with her.

After even more walking, including some elevator rides, she would finally appear in hangar b-12.

It was a hangar further in the back of the ship that consisted mostly of transport vessels. The room was wide and open, with a massive inquisitorial banner hanging from the main wall in the room. But despite the room's grandeur, it was rather empty of people; with only the occasional tired, overworked engineer walking about and trying to direct the literally brainless servitors.

Stepping into the hangar, Adrianne's eyes scanned her surroundings for a place to sit. But after having observed no clean place to sit, the ground being covered by grime and dirt, and any nearby crate being oily and dirty; she decided to improvise. Leaning back, she suddenly sat down cross-legged in the middle of the air, mystically hovering over the ground with the help of her telekinetic powers in a rather leisurely fashion. She had no idea how long she might have to wait, so she might as well get as comfortable as she could!

Leaning back, she uncorked her soda bottle and began to drink from it, all the while watching the handlful of workers scurry about in the hangar. Her servo skull floated besides her, and began scanning for any news or radio channels from the planet below, shuffling through everything from advertisements, voice-novels, podcasts and music channels.