There was clear displeasure on his face. Over the course of minutes he had waited for a door that should have been opened immediately, and even past that, he would have sufficed for her to speak up. He had already been wary of her, but now he was quite annoyed with her to boot. The Inquisition and all of its adepts had been trained to deal with psykers, for psychic attacks could come from the daemon, the xenos, or the heretic. He knew its weaknesses and its uses, and though she would no doubt be invaluable in certain circumstances, he felt she also might be a potential liability on the mission. 

"I have," he acknowledged, though he made no move to enter the room at first. "I had called one of the crew members to summon you, but when you wouldn't answer I came to see if you were in good health, myself. I see you were just taking your time." His tone was not particularly menacing, but disapproval was clear in his voice. "I had thought one as extensively trained as you could handle the transition into the warp with more grace." He did not particularly look forward to 5 months with psyker under his supervision, much less a somewhat rude one. 

He stepped into the room, and shut the door behind him. Her chambers were much like his, with a dark, grim quality of the frigate while maintaining an air of lavish taste befitting one of his station. To be honest, it was something he was unused to. Inquisitor Alrik had kept him in very spartan quarters, and was a frugal man at the best of times. He could tell now why that was. When you had essentially unlimited power to wield in the Imperium and you can requisition whatever you wished, you should never abuse such a power and waste it on frivilous things. The enemies of the Imperium were ever present and ever watchful. 

Heironymus Baldemar walked past her and sat down at one of the tables where food would be eaten, indicating her to sit as well. He chided himself. He did need to give her the impression he did not think ill of her, even if he did. Inquisitor Alrik had brought her for a reason, and he needed to trust in his judgement. "I know you are not thrilled at my being here, and my role in this mission. I can tell you the feeling is quite mutual." He assured her. "However, we cannot be at one another's throats when we reach Meridian, nor can we have a...volatile relationship onboard the [i]Certatus[/i]." 

He paused for a moment, clearly not wanting to utter his next phrase. "I apologize for my prejudice." His face did not look warm, but he seemed to be attempting to meet her halfway. "Now, when we get to Meridian, we're likely to see a situation that is even worse than was last reported. Though our contacts are within the Lords towers at the top of the Hive. Have you ever been to a Hive World?" 
[@Penny]