"Noo-no, don't worry, you did not. I've been through enough things today to have gone relatively numb." Adrianne would smirk, before raising one of the knives she was holding and pointing it at Ansiel.
"And even if I did want to flay you, I doubt my knives would do much against that armor of yours. Maybe I could do a number on the face, but if I wanted to use my powers against you, I would totally throw the oven on you instead."

"Craa!"

A caw, almost one of agreement, could be heard through the living room that was emanating from a psyber-raven sitting on one of the couches behind Ansiel, its claws digging deep into the leather of the furniture and its red cybernetic eye gazing at the Sister of Battle.

"Even Midnight agrees." Adrianne would add with a soft chuckle as she motioned towards the raven, before looking back at the Sister of Battle. 

"You can call me Adrianne. I'm the one and sole resident psyker of this Inquisitorial routine. And no, I'm not worried about sharing that confidential information as I have a feeling you wouldn't be here if someone important hadn't given your power armored butt a seal of approval, sis!"

" ... "

" ... what I'm trying to say is that I trust you, I mean."