The wound was closed, the infections burned away and any residual power from the cursed sword that had struck Aviza had been annihilated.

Yet, even though Adrianne herself was very happy with her own handiwork, especially since she was not even specialized in Biomancy in the first place, she found herself quickly being guided outside of the room in a rather abrupt manner by one of the Sisters of Battle who suddenly showed up and became a miss-know-it-all, taking control of everything!

By the time Adrianne had been shoved outside the door; she had not even heard a "Thank you", or "good job!"; at least not before the door was then slammed shut behind her!

Hearing the muffled voices emanating from inside of the room on the other side of the door, Adrianne would receive an annoyed look on her face as she leaned in towards the door to shout over onto the other side!

"[b]YOU'RE WELCOME! ... I'M GLAD I COULD HELP![/b]"

" ... "

"[b]I'M GOING NOW... LIKE I SAID, CLOSED WOUND. HELPED, RIGHT? ... I'M GOING![/b]"

Adrianne shouted as she began walking away from the door and towards the stairs in the safe house in order to head back towards her room, before letting out a rather offended "hmpfh" sound as she journeyed up the stairs. She had plenty to do anyway. 

[i]"I just hope that stupid Solares doesn't attempt to apply water to the scar. That would be bad!"[/i]

After having turned what had originally been a stealth mission into an all-out gunfight that had turned their area of interest from a pristine, quiet mansion and into a burning hole in the ground, and failed to retrieve as much as a single enemy VIP from the operation as well, Adrianne had a feeling that there was bound to be some commotion from the heretics on the planet. Someone had to start scrying, and she was the best qualified to do so anyway!

... and the only qualified, now that she thought of it.

Walking in through the door to her private quarters, she would attempt to slam them shut behind her. However, she quickly realized that they were indeed hydraulic sliding doors, which complicated the attempt somehow, and so she turned to simply clicking the door button as the door shut with a hydraulic hiss, giving a glimpse of an annoyed expression in the psyker's face before shutting.

At least she would be able to change in peace. Not like her clothes had the base level of sentience required to be annoying.