Adrianne would watch the short exchange between Stukov and the canoness with a subtle smirk on her face. While she had initially been a little bit apprehensive about Stukov speaking up, she had quickly become amused by the scene. Stukov may have been correct when he had said that the cannoness had no real right to kill a member of an inquisitor's retinue. But Adrianne knew very well that for the Ecclesiarchy, the law tended to be more flexible, and ideas of piety and 'respect' usually came before any judicial scripts that had not been sanctified. Although she refrained from making any comment during the briefing, Adrianne would pass Stukov on her way back to her room, slipping him a quiet whisper. "Nice show." She would say, before continuing to her room. It was a little bit annoying to have to immediately leave her suit and armor, especially considering that it wasn't so long ago that she had put them on. But then again, she was in the vanguard, and this was a social gathering; meaning that subtlety would trump protection. Unraveling any knots and straps that attached the armored plates to her suit and levitating them over to her bed, she would strip out of the biosuit to find the clothes laid out for her. It was quite a collection that the sisters had brought them. While they may have been stuck up; Adrianne thought; they at least made sure to provide their minions with choice, at least insofar as fashion was concerned. Going through the dresses and gowns, Adrianne quickly found the one she wanted to wear. It was a deep blue, almost purple glittering dress, with a cut at the thigh revealing her leg and a generous opening above the chest to reveal an ample amount of cleavage. To go along with it was a thin, blue silk cloak that ran down to her waist, the fabric thin enough to the point one could easily see through it, and with numerous purple lines formed into intricate patterns across it. Her pale, white hair would rest on her shoulders, with a large portion of it running down her back in a tied ponytail. Finally, she would pick up a refractor field generator in the shape of a fancy, silver-painted metal belt that would hang from around her hips in the form of numerous small chains, narrowing down towards the front where a fashionable blue crystal of some kind was attached to the middle of the socket. Everything so far had been easy. But when it came to the high heels that were apparently a part of the set, Adrianne would find herself pausing as she looked at them. Truly, she had almost never worn high heels before in her life. Sandals, military boots or heavy grav boots; no problem. But she could not remember the last time she had ever had to wear high heels! Raising an eyebrow at them, Adrianne would simply shrug and put them on. Putting them on was simple enough, even if they were a little cramped. Turning towards the window, Adrianne could see her psyber raven waiting in it; the dark feathered bird staring at her ever patiently with its changing cybernetic eye. Reaching over to the corner of her bed, Adrianne would pick up her staff, handing it over to the raven whom accepted it with its claws. "Take this and stay close. You will know what to do." Adrianne said with a smirk, handing her staff to the psyber raven which quietly flew out from her window and out across the darkening horizon with the staff. She was not so worried about leaving the rest of her weapons behind for the trip. She was a psyker after all, and the most dangerous weapon she had was with her all the time; her mind. [i]"I should probably get back to the others."[/i] Adrianne thought to herself, turning around. But as she moved to take her very first step towards the door, she would be surprised when the heel of her shoe caved in to the side under her, and she was launched forward and down towards the ground. "WHOOA,-" *CRASH* --------------------------------------------------------- Moments later, Adrianne would arrive back in the apartment, secretly rubbing a small bruiser under her hair above her face. She would soon catch up with Stukov, who was on his way to the transport as well. Walking up next to him, Adrianne would give him a nudge on the shoulder. "Impressive outfit, apprentice. I had to look twice to make sure it was you." She would comment, motioning towards Stukov's outfit with a smirk. Holding up a wooden casket, the same which she had brought to the dinner earlier, she would hand it to Stukov. "Here, this one is for you. I think you will find it to your liking." Adrianne would explain as she nodded towards the casket. Contained within would be a thin, sleep ceremonial saber contained within a matte black and gold trimmed scabbard. While it initially might have looked like a normal, if well made saber, it was in truth a force weapon; visible to a trained eye in the form of an intricate pattern of some strange, deep blue ore that ran across the side of the blade. "It is my old force blade. I have not used it for years, but I think you might find it to your liking." Adrianne would explain. "And, if I may say so, I think the scabbard is even matching to your dress."