"Thanks, I'm fine." Adrianne would reply, dusting off her armor as she rose to her feet and looked at Zhevon.

Between her protective helmet, armor and refractor field; not to mention Zhevon placing himself in front of the explosion to shield her; Adrianne had barely been affected by the blast. The only noticeable effect had been the residual shockwave which had shaken her insides somewhat, but its effects were already passing.

"Inquisitor, you shouldn't have... " Adrianne began, looking at Zhevon who had placed himself in between her and the bomb, as if she was unsure what to say.
"I mean, if we were to lose you, it would,- "

"Want to run Boss by what you found, Smiles?"

Stukov's suddenly comment would interrupt whatever train of thought Adrianne had going, completely throwing her words out of balance. Looking back at Stukov, Adrianne choose to leave whatever words of concern she had for the Inquisitor, and instead raised her left hand which she had hanging at her side.

"You look weathered, Stukov. I'm sorry for leaving on such a short notice. But, in the building... " 

Turning now to Zhevon, Adrianne held the medallion she had found in the building up to the Inquisitor. The moment her fingers passed the eye, it immediately started twitching again; rapidly glancing in every direction for a moment before setting itself in an intense gaze towards Zhevon. As the snake eye of the medallion focused on the Inquisitor, it was as if the very thing was looking straight through him, not stopping at his mere flesh or armor, but gazing down at something inside of him. Adrianne could feel a slight pull in the medallion, almost as if it was suddenly gravitating towards Zhevon on its own ever so subtly. 

" ... we found this."

As the haunting eye continued to stare at Zhevon, he could feel a strange aura beginning to elapse around him. It was as if his body began acting outside his brain's influence, as a sudden spike in excitement occurred within him; his heart rate increasing, and a fluster of emotions that had previously been cold and suppressed began to now flow freely! The longer he watched the medallion, and it watched him in turn, the less despicable the eldritch artifact seemed in his mind. Indeed, it eventually began to radiate a sense of comfort and security, as a growing sense of attraction for the medallion slowly built up within the Inquisitor.

Indeed, anyone else standing close enough would feel a similar sensation to Zhevon as Adrianne held the medallion up in view.

"It is steeped in warp power." Adrianne finally said, suddenly closing her hand around the medallion. The moment her fingers covered the eye and blocked its sight from Zhevon, he could immediately feel a sharp, emotional sting in his chest; as if someone had unjustly just denied him something precious!

"The eye on the medallion is the eye of the daemon chained inside of it, potentially granting its wielder a psychic vision of the world, stripping away the mundane materialism of our perception to leave nothing but the naked souls of the actors. Its strong connection to the warp will increase the psychic might of any who might hold it."

Simply holding the medallion for a moment, it was as if Adrianne's gaze slipped into the empty air in front of her for a moment, merely gazing straight past Zhevon. Yet, after a few seconds, she would suddenly turn her head again, to hold the medallion towards Zhevon in a closed grip.

"Do you wish to hold it?"