While lightly leaning over the freshly baked apple pie that filled the apartment complex with its sweet and tantalizing smell, Aviza gently stuck a toothpick into a number of random locations upon the pie to insure that it had had cooked evenly. Thankfully the toothpick came out clean every time without any raw materials upon it, meaning that it had indeed been cooked thoroughly and that it had been made by a person or maybe two that clearly knew what they were doing. Satisfied with the pies condition, Aviza leaned against the countertop behind her and turned her full attention to Inquisitor Zhevon who was now explaining what had happened at the War Memorial Art Gallery to her and answering the rest of her questions in a rather blunt way. 

Apparently the War Memorial Art Gallery had been closed at the time that Aviza saw them breaking in, and waiting till it reopened or talking to an employee was out of the question due to the creditable lead they had and did not want to lose. Keeping quiet, Aviza nodded her head at the Inquisitor to keep talking and tell her more of what she wanted to hear. They were looking for a particularly powerful page from an even more powerful book that held the name of a Greater Daemon or at least something similar to that. Pulling out a data pad or something that resembled one, Aviza quickly started to write down what the Inquisitor said about the statues, adding it to her own small electronic notebook.

Glancing up at Zhevon while still writing, Aviza followed closely behind the Inquisitor and into the living room, seeing the three figures on the screen for herself. Snapping her small electronic notebook closed, Aviza took a seat and watched the footage until it stopped with a soft flicker of light. As soon as it did, a wave of discomfort swept over the entirety of her body, causing Aviza to look at Zhevon with soft glare, [color=00aeef]“I know I wasn’t the only one that felt that, and it does not bode well at all. We may have an extremely hostile and volatile situation upon us.”[/color] Turning back to the pie, Aviza did a couple measurements with her knife before cutting a slice of pie for herself and placed it upon a plate with a fork before doing the same but with a much larger slice. 

Picking up the plate that had the larger slice upon it, she walked over to the Psyker and placed it down on the table that was only a couple feet away from her. Placing her hands on the Psykers shoulders, she shook her gently while trying to wake her up. If she did wake up, Aviza would point at the Servo-skull and would speak in an emotionless tone, [color=00aeef]“I am sure you can feel the disturbance as well Psyker, or whatever your real name is, but for now Zhevon and I have made Apple Pie.”[/color] She quickly pointed with her left hand at the large slice she had cut for the Psyker before getting up and grabbing onto her own smaller plate of apple pie. This rather different Sister of Battle motioned to the end of the couch, [color=00aeef]“Would you please move your feet so that I may take a seat? As for the brothel that is engulfed in flames, I personally would like to see this cleansing fire burn away impurity with my own eyes, take that as you will.”[/color] Aviza brought a forkful of the pie to her mouth before taste testing it, giving a nod of great approval all around for it.