There was a moment of silence before Solares responded in an emotionless tone of voice. “I am unsure if you are being serious or if you are just teasing me.” Her emerald green eyes quickly glanced back outside and the silence returned once more. After a few moments,  Solares moved away from the window and pulled the blinds shut. The Sister of Battle shrugged, “I say we merely observe the situation at hand and see what happens. Neither of us has any experience working with one of his type so there is very little we can do. In the end when all of this is over we will have learned something new.” There wasn’t much to say on the topic, all they could do now was observe, since talking to him about such things seemed out of the question. 

In the back of Solares’s mind, she hoped everything would run smoothly for the rest of the night. The last thing she needed was for disorder to break out and then have to use the necessary means of force to bring the mansion's occupants back to their civil selves. 

Nearby, the oven she was using let out a series of loud beeps, informing her that the cake she had made was now done. After carefully pulling the pan from the oven, Solares added the final creative decorations to it then let it cool. “I am finished here Psyker, if you require my assistance, you can find me in the living room reading.” With a quick bow, Solares left the kitchen and walked into the living room. Finding her comfortable chair by the fireplace, she took a seat and began to read her unmarked book once more. It was about that time that she noticed Stukov toss himself on top of the couch, from most likely being deliriously tired, so much to the point that he managed to not see Aviza already upon it.

Turning her head slightly to the left, Aviza caught sight of Stukov walking down the stairs in his formal clothing. “Evening Stukov, haven’t seen you since the mansion, why are you still…” The Sister of Battle was unable to finish her sentence due to the fact that all the air in her lungs had been knocked out of her. “What are you doing? Get off of me immediately!” With one aggressive and violent push,   Aviza managed to shove Stukov off of her and onto the carpet floor below.

He hit the ground with a thud while Aviza quickly closed her book, unwrapped herself in the blanket, and stood next to him. “Free show in the living room everyone, come and watch Aviza kick ass.” said Solares followed by a malicious sounding chuckle. 

Placing her foot down upon his neck, she applied pressure, just enough to cause discomfort. “Listen very closely to me because I am only going to say this once. Also keep your mouth shut so I won’t have to drag you over into the fireplace. Tomorrow afternoon we will be visiting the Ecclesiarchal Chapel and there are some rules you will follow. First off, the next time you see Sister Andromedai, you will show her respect, cooperation and follow her orders to the letter.  Second, keep your Psyker powers to yourself so you do not stand out and draw any unwanted attention. Third, if you make a serious mistake and get yourself into trouble, there is nothing anyone can do to help you. Your short Psyker life will end there, in a most unpleasant way. Now think about what I said and do as you are told, alright? I am not saying this for my own health, I am saying it for yours so you don't end up dead." 

Removing her foot from Stukovs neck, she returned to her place upon the couch, the glare upon her face turned to one of neutral emotion. "If you want to rest, there is another couch only five or so feet from where I am. I recommend resting in your room, would be much more peaceful though and someone will wake you up when dinner is ready." 

During all of this talk, Solares had produced a strange, high powered looking pistol that she tapped upon the top of her book. "What's with the shotgun Stukov, you expecting trouble?" asked Solares nonchalantly while she peered at him. Aviza spoke before Stukov could respond, "Hey Adrianne, how's dinner coming along?"