Adrianne would be the first to step out of the transport after Inquisitor Zhevon, as with her role of a diviner, it was easier to warn the inquisitor of any possible assailant or sniper that might have awaited him the moment he stepped out of the craft by staying close to him.

She walked down the ramp after him, her staff-sword in hand; and wearing her full kit, including her pressurized gothic style helmet that was adorned with a human skull in front of her face, a souvenir from a corrupted psyker she had once known. Her shaded visors were barely visible between its empty eye sockets, making her eyes almost look like a pair of pitch black pools.

As she clamped down with her boot on the metallic surface of the landing platform and looked up, she was immediately met by a wave of channeled emotions emanating from all around the hive city!

She had felt the psychic presence of the planet even in space. She had felt it in the shuttle as they made their way through orbit. And now as she stood on the very planet itself, in the middle of a hive city; she could feel it far greater. It was an exhilarating feeling, to feel the very beating heart of the city itself all echoing through one's mind!

She could only imagine how dull an experience it must have been by comparison for her less-gifted colleagues arriving with her. No matter how amazed they might have been at the city's skyline or grandiose architecture, it was nothing compared to what she was feeling in her head. Although being all suited-up prevented her from feeling the fresh breeze against her skin or experiencing the physical smells that filled the city, such senses were but minor to the psychic concert that she could listen to all around her in the city.

Compared to being stuck in the metal container of a ship flying in the dead-empty of space, being on a live planet was liberating.

But any facial expression she might have made was hidden behind the emotionless expression of her skeletal mask. As Zhevon made his round on the landing platform and began walking back towards them, her gaze moved from the surrounding city skylight to fix on the inquisitor.

"The heart of this city beats with such unrestrained vigor and lust, I would not be surprised to find it already to be an altar to the god of desires." Adrianne would comment as Zhevon came closer, her voice ever so slightly twisted with a metallic tone from speaking through her helmet.