The corner of Sten's mouth quirked at the sight of the Chimera. His old regiment, the Kaviskr Shock Troops, often used Chimeras in rapid strike operations. His troops prized the Chimera for its speed, armor and firepower. He ran a gloved hand over the armor before he entered, faintly smiling in memory. He took the seat furthest from the interrogator. Even with her limiter on, he disliked the Interrogator. He could overlook the fact that she was a blank; her abilities were useful against his kind and she could hide his and the Inquisitor's presence from other psykers. However, the sadistic glee she took in causing him discomfort made his stomach turn. Either that or her beauty....

Sten shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts that had entered his head. He was mildly disturbed with the personal revelation that he found the Interrogator attractive, and chalked it up to the limiter and the absence of her blankness. [i]There is no point in even considering this line of thought. We are polar opposites. Nothing can exist between psyker and blank.[/i]

He found that his gaze had unconsciously rested on her while he thought. She either hadn't noticed or pretended she hadn't, but her psyber-raven met Sten's gaze, almost accusingly. Sten glared at the bird for a moment before turning his attention towards his laspistol, field stripping it, examining the components and reassembling it. He tried to clear his mind before entering the battle, retrieving his half-finished lho-stick and finishing it off.