Late, as usual.

The Interrogator's distinct lack of respect for promptness showed more and more as her time in the Inquisitor's service lasted. She sat in her room, ignoring the summons as she slowly pulled on the red and gold armor, the psyber-raven Archimedes on a desk nearby. Occasionally, it would let loose a caw, as if telling her to hurry up. Finally, her armor on, she began to sling weapons onto her body. An unwarded hellrifle sat in a holster on her back, the weapon looking like one of the primitive hunting rifles on lesser worlds. An inferno pistol was in the holster at her hip, like always. Her left hand was clenched around a staff, etched with the names of ninety-nine daemons.

Anna strolled through the hall, robotic bird perched on her shoulder, staff twirling unceremoniously in her hand. From the sounds coming from the end of the hall, the meeting was either underway or very close to it. Her long blonde hair fell behind her back as she hurried through the door, giving a small nod to the assembled group. Her eyes darted between the psykers in the room, looking for any sign of discomfort. Being a massive black hole in the warp, she practically sucked in psychic energy like a void when it got too close. It was always nice to see the discomfort on their faces.

A small smile playing on her lips, she took her seat near the ork, seemingly unperturbed by the greenskins presence. However, the bird on her shoulder glared at Gorgutz, head tilted slightly to the side, as if it were examining it like some kind of interesting experiment. Anna made herself comfortable, leaning back in her seat, arms folded up behind her head to form a sort of cushion as her gaze rested on their "esteemed" leader.