Orion's face when their eyes first met was unreadable, save for some curiosity. He hadn't known what to expect from an Eskatonic Priestess, but this exotic woman was certainly not it. Judging by the Bishop's words, it seemed she was in a similar position as her in her respective order. Hopefully that meant they could have an understanding and work together. Most priests he had met had either been bumptious and insufferable, or were kind but far too meek to be of use as a Confessor. 

He didn't get either impression from her, which was refreshing. At her introduction once they left the Bishop, he placed a hand to his chest. It looked as hard and solid from his build as it did from the armor he wore. "Sir Orion Pentecost-" Abruptly he was cut off from further introduction due to the acolyte that had appeared to throw his weight around some more at the expense of Sister Annika. He almost felt as if he would threaten the acolyte and deal with the consequences later, but he didn't need to. 

She surprised him at turning around and beating off the young priest with her mere presence, and he knew from that moment that this wouldn't be a boring journey. She turned from menacing as a cobra to the embarrassment of one of the true flock once more so quickly, Orion had to blink. "No that's, uh- That's quite alright sister." He promised. It was at that moment when there were no distractions or yelling Lords that he realized she wasn't merely exotic, but beautiful in strange way. He cleared his throat, unable to keep a soft grin on his face. His words didn't match his look, as hammered into him as his drills with the sword and gun. "I apologize if I take up your time from more worthy endeavors." 

He looked at the stain glass windows one last time, drinking in the beauty before indicating they should go. No one was watching them at the moment, but he didn't doubt more priests like the one she had driven off would come to ask them their business. There was a clear glint in his eyes that showed his concern, and he began to walk past the next set of pews. "I must confess I don't know much of the Eskatonic order." He told her, one hand on the back of her shoulder as they made it into the narthex of the chapel. "Other than what I've been told, and I don't have a doubt most of that is...less than sincere." 

They found themselves on the simple streets of the Clement Barony, always a stark contrast to the ornate buildings that cropped in a circle to dominate the landscape. "As I was saying before the youth appeared, I'm Orion Pentecost. Call me Orion, Sister. Or Pentecost, if you want. It would not only be prudent, but I can go for a casual relationship with you. Even for a Hawkwood, the pomp can be a bit tiring I admit. We'll have far more pressing things to worry about than titles where we're to go." 
[@Penny]