After informing the rest of the party about Stukov's condition and his newly, if unofficially, appointed role as her apprentice; Adrianne would have retreated to her room.

There she would strip out of her armor, wearing only her biosuit, and going to continue sleeping in her bed. Her body was still exhausted from the events earlier in the cultist lair beneath the factory, but the sleep combined with ample amount of food certainly had a reinvigorating effect. If there was one thing she had learnt in her life as a psyker, then that was that food and rest were the alpha of omega to everything; and were opportunities that should always be seized upon whenever possible.

Some pious men might vilify ample rest as a sign of weakness, laziness and a lack of faith, yet Adrianne knew that the focus required by her occupation and the chaotic powers under her command meant that lacking energy could be a death sentence. 

Waking up four hours later, she would move out of her bed to do some stretching and meditative yoga. It was a soothing exercise as she moved to the room, emptying her mind as she untied her weary muscles. The passing of time became almost unnoticeable to her, as she instead submerged her mind in a different world, one within herself. 

Any remnants of stress that may have lingered in her body disappeared. Any inkling of doubt evaporated from her mind. And any shadow of fear receded from her thoughts.

She was at peace, her pulse almost unnoticeable as she closed her eyes. Feeling the world around her, she could almost grasp the vibrant auras radiated by the world around her. The presence of the warp readily apparent around her, feeding on the joy, euphoria, fear and doubt that teemed with the many life forms on the world. It was like a purple storm, amidst which Adrianne was but a dim light, barely flickering; quietly observing the currents around her.

For a moment, it was as if her consciousness traveled to someone else. She was now flying between a number of tall, grandiose buildings; an almost bottomless fall beneath her leading to the streets below, the people little more than ants from where she was looking. Sailing effortlessly through the air, the journey would take her closer to a familiar building.

Adrianne was sitting, her legs crossed when something suddenly pecked against one of the windows, breaking her trance.

Opening one eye, she would glance towards the window, covered as it was in curtains. Standing up and walking over to it, she would reach out an arm and push the curtain aside; revealing a black raven standing right outside of it. It was staring right back at her through the reinforced glass, one of its eyes missing and replaced with a bionic eye attached to some tubes and wires running down its body and disappearing amidst its feathers.

The psyber raven merely looked at her in silence, letting out a 'cra' as it whipped its wings out. When she unlocked the window and let it swing open, the psyber raven would suddenly leap into the room and fly over to her bed. That was when a bundle of cloth that it had been carrying in its claws became visible, which it dropped on her pillow.

"Always on time, aren't you, Twilight." Adrianne would smirk as she raised a hand to gently pat the psyber raven, before turning to the bundle which it had brought to her.

Unfolding the cloth bundle, it would reveal two items; two ornate, wooden boxes. One of them was smaller, a little thicker; whereas the other was narrow and long. Picking up the short box, Adrianne would open. Inside of it lay a plasma pistol in black paint and gold trim, surrounded by red velvet. Its surface was decorated with intricate, almost claw like patterns of gold across the black surface. The plasma chamber on top of the ridge of the pistol was partly covered by a metal plate running across the pistol, and shone however slightly with a dim, purple light. Picking up the pistol, Adrianne would turn it over as she inspected it, before smiling and placing it down onto her bed.

"Thank you." She said, turning to the psyber raven while finding her own handgun, Scylla, and placing it into the box before tying it into the cloth bundle and handing it to the raven. The raven accepted it without question, gazing quietly as ever up at Adrianne. While its black eye was focused on Adrianne, the blue lens in its bionic eye could be seen as it scanned the room separately from its normal eye.
"Bring it back to the ship, and then return. I will have need of you before the day is night is done."

With a single 'craa' sound, the Raven would expand its wings and take off; flying out through the window and away.

Turning around, Adrianne would look down at the longer, still unopened wooden casket brought by the raven. Picking it up, she studied the ornate wooden surface fro a moment.

"I'm sure Stukov will approve of this one." 

*

Minutes later, Adrianne would be heading down towards the dining room; wearing her armor. Her skull helmet would be hanging from her belt as she carried her staff in her right hand. Her new plasma pistol was situated in its holster attached to the side of her gothic cuisses, on her right leg. And carried beneath her left arm would be the long, wooden casket from before.

Spotting Aviza and Andromedai, Adrianne would nod towards them in acknowledgement. Although she had come to appreciate Aviza as a not-too psycothic, fire-loving raving pyromaniac; the same could not be said for her superior, Canoness Andromedai; whom Adrianne was a lot more apprehensive about. It was by no accident that Adrianne avoided any eye contact with her. She knew that the less noticeable she made herself around Sisters or any members of the ecclesiarchy, the better. They usually had a flair of theatrics, and more often than not, a single word or wrong gesture was all the ammunition they needed to go about on a long rant or mob-herding.

When Stukov finally arrived, Adrianne's eyes would quickly trace the man as she no longer had to stare at inanimate objects or empty air to avoid contact with the sisters.

"You look better, Stukov." Adrianne would remark as he sat by the table. She refrained from using the title of 'armsman', it no longer being applicable due to his new role. But she also avoided using the word 'apprentice', what with the presence of a canoness in the room. 

Having placed the thin wooden casket on the table in front of her, she would rest a hand upon it while looking at Stukov.

"Did you sleep well?"