Aidan takes sip from his coffee while shifting through some more mail. Junk... Spam... Would I like to make my pe-... NO! Junk! He watched Val tidy up the storage room from the corner of his eyes. A slight smile appears on his face as he takes another sip. Then she suddenly stands in front of him with a book in her hands. He recognizes the book and his eyes widen. "Give that here!" He grabs the book from her hands, throws it on the floor and grabs his blaster from his belt. He aims for the book and squeezes the trigger. Something is holding him back however. It is apparent from the expression on his face that he is having an internal conflict. Aidan finally puts the blaster away, picks up the book and shoves it somewhere in his robes. He sits down and looks at the woman sitting down. Then he begins to talk like nothing happened.

"I am Aidan Crowe of house Crowe. 31 years old and seven years of active field duty. Awarded with several commendations for continued loyalty and stellar operations. I also hold a noble title on some far away planet which I do not care about and am the proud owner of the nickname 'Butcher of Barnoya'. If you do not know the story of Barnoya, I suggest you read up on it. Some interesting theories go around the holonet." He takes a sip from his coffee and continues. "Four years ago I got partnered with Zuviel Drogan. Damn good Inquisitor. Together we rounded up about... 22 heretical circles all over the Human Imperium. Called in quite a few Exerminatus' in the progress. Culling an entire planet to save our species is never easy. But duty above all as I always say. Anyway, about three months ago Zuviel Drogan got... ambushed by a demon of Mallus and torn to shreds. Nothing left of him." He looks down at his coffee and shakes with his head as he notices he drifted off-topic. "Back to me though. My equipment consists of the armor I'm wearing, which is made from Holy Mithril. I also prefer using a combination of sword and pistol. The pistol being a Califax L693, modified by myself and the sword being custom made with a combined sigil of my House and the Inquistion. It's being powered by plasma cells in the hilt and should be able to cut through nearly every material... Or so they claimed at least." He puts down the coffee mug on the table and looks back up to the girl. "Enough?"