Having no eyes had few advantageous, among that meager list however was the fact that others struggled to read your expressions. So much of human expression was held in ones eyes or the set of muscles around the eyes. Silvana’s glare was distinguished from neutrality by nothing more than the slight curve of her lips. No non-astropath would ever feel the shattering impact of a warp jump without secondary shielding. He didn’t know what it was like to feel, to see, the icy fingers of the warp reaching for you, trying to pull your mind appart. She took a deep breath, he was ignorant but that was not his fault.

“I apologize if my incapacity inconvenienced you Interrogator,” she replied, her tone tinged with frost despite her best efforts. She gestured to a chair with formal politeness inviting her guest to be seated. Hieronymus took a seat though she could sense his reluctance. She moved to the sideboard and retrieved a decanter of amasec and two glasses, set them down on the table.

“If the Inquisitor had time he would have installed a second warded sanctum, that is the usual practice,” she went on sitting in the other chair and steepling her fingers before her.

“A few hours of shivering and vomiting is a small price to pay for haste the Inquisitor felt.”

To give herself a moment she poured both glasses half full of the liquor, judging the level by the sound against the leaded crystal. It had a slightly spicy aroma that was not unpleasant.

“Regardless of what you might think. I do not have a problem with you being here. It is not for me to question Lord Alrik’s decisions,” she went on her tone completely neutral in tone and inflection. The amasec tingled on her lips as she sipped it and she felt the clenching muscles of her stomach relax. The psychic over pressure was beginning to fade as her mind grew used to the vibration of this particular Geller field.

“As it happens I have been on Hive Worlds before. Cadeus Majora, Syndicar, Anacton, that mess on Ijeina III,” she trailed off on the last, fighting back unpleasant memories of burning buildings and screaming victims. Her grip on the glass tightened slightly.

“But I have never been to Meridian.”  
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