Anastasia sat still, the beads of her prayer chain clacking together in a monotonous rhythm that filled the noisy space around her. She looked disdainfully at the two figures in the room, an alien and a man-baby. Her expression was hidden behind her hood and veil, but her disapproval was discernible. Closing her eyes, Anastasia tried to focus on her prayer, blocking out the noise and distractions around her. She knew nothing could interfere with this...practice. It has forever been drilled into her skull. The second one of the day, and she started, speaking in her usual soft, breathy tone:

"The Lord Undying, in shadows you dwell,
Grant me your wisdom, from behind the veil.
Guide my steps through the paths unknown,
And claim me as your own, on your spectral throne. 

Laudo os, linguam, faciem, pedes et manus in immortali devotione."

She repeated her words three more times, speaking slowly and deliberately each time, the sound of her beads clacking as usual.