At that point in the conversation between the two(if it could even be called such a civil thing!), Adrianne was giving Catherine an utmost dangerous scowl, the type of glare that only someone who dabbled with the very powers of the great enemy itself could ever conjure! Glaring at her with her violet eyes, Catherine might almost notice a very real spark of purple warp energy that jumped from the edge of Adrianne's eye before dissipating!

"I... am so... done with you!" Adrianne sneered as she clenched her fists as she glared back at Catherine.

It was at that point everyone still in the living room could hear a loud *THUNK* as the breadbox somehow fell off the kitchen counter, rolled through the air, and hit Catherine square in the back of the head with an audible bang, causing the guardswoman to fall face first down into the ground next to a fuming Adrianne; said breadbox landing on the ground not far from her.

Adrianne took a deep breath, eventually looking down at Catherine.¨

"Ohh my, that that was an unfortunate accident." Adrianne said with a monotone voice that showed absolutely no sympathy whatsoever, before she looked ahead.
"Clearly your presence is corrupting the apartment. That bread has gone well over to the clutches of chaos. I will be sure to contact an exorcist who can purify this apartment after we've left."

The Psyker said, before moving one foot over Catherine and stepping over the guardswoman as she began to walk towards the exit.

"Get your gear ready and suit up, we're leaving! ... if you can even find a suit to fit in with a heretical chest like that, of course."

*

Walking out of the apartment towards the landing pad after a short detour to her room first, Adrianne would be heading towards the drop ship that had been sent there by the sisters of battle.

She did not like the Sisters of Battle very much, though that was a feeling she knew to be very mutual, she at least felt justified given her experiences with them. The thought of going to one of their headquarters on the planet did not please her too much either. It was, if anything, bound to be uncomfortable - with the off chance of becoming dangerous.

"The rest should be not too far behind." Adrianne explained as she walked up to Aviza, motioning towards the house.
"There was a slight incident at the kitchen, but one that should not be too obtrusive."

She explained with a smirk, though it was hidden behind her skull mask as she eventually turned to walk inside of the ship. Seeing Stukov, Adrianne would move up next to him and slump her butt down into the seat next to him, and at the same time, dropping a small, lead-lined pouch into his lap.

"(It's a souvenir for you. Put it on when no one's watching.)" Stukov would suddenly hear the voice of Adrianne in his mind as she sat next to her. Adrianne turned her head to him but did not speak.
"(I have an arcane theory I want to try out, and I think this will be the best opportunity!)"

Inside of the bag lay an artifact Stukov had seen earlier; one of the heretical heirlooms that they had confiscated from the burning brothel earlier, the eye talisman that Adrianne had taken with her. Even though the bag was sealed and lined with lead, Stukov could still feel as if the bag was ten times heavier than what it should have been, as the air grew thicker around him by its mere presence.

"(Don't worry, Stukov, I thought this one through! And it's an ideal first test for you too!)"