"What are we looking at Smiles, what unseen warp tidings got you all riled up?"

Adrianne would suddenly stop and turn around to look back at Stukov at his 'Smiles' comment, a thing that was the complete opposite of the grim and immovable expression of her skull mask. But behind the grim mask was the look of confusion on Adrianne's face, as the psyker was torn between whether or not she should be offended at the armsman belittling her significant role and power with such a trivial nickname, or appreciate the thought he had put into the name, as it that was beyond a more generic name such as simply 'the psyker' which she had received from all too many people.

But even though that, for a moment, it might have looked like she was about to lash out at him; she instead simply turned back around and continued to walk down the narrow maintenance corridor.

"Daemon." She answered bluntly as they continued on yet another set of stair, the path to the lobby being no idle matter on foot!

"Daemons, and probably misfits as well. Although the human soul is inherently tainted, even the purest among us; this is no trivial corruption. There is a dark presence afoot, hidden... clouded, but still there."

Stopping, she would turn right to walk through another maintenance door, where they would step into the back of a cafe, with a series of glass-panels and balconies that looked down into the lobby below which was at least a 30ft drop to the main floor. Most of the guests seemed preoccupied with their own private discussions or quiet reading lessons, as the music in the cafe was subtle, almost inaudible to create a sense of tranquility; whilst the glass panels shut off any noise from the outside.

"It's good your old ship was boarded. At least you will not be a complete stranger to our foe."

Adrianne would walk towards the glass wall, staying close to the wall before stopping by one of the large, velvet curtains where she would look down onto the main floor of the lobby, trying to spot Zhevon. Due to the sheer size of the lobby, even such an unique character as Zhevon was no easy target to locate.

"Can you see our Inquisitor?" She would ask, leaning her helmet slightly in the direction of Stukov.