"[color=a187be]I believe the appropriate throne-sanctioned term is 'tunnel rat[/color]', Stukov." Adrianne mused with a sly smile as she tilted her head, eying the stoic armsman. 

That was when her attention was drawn to their resident tech priestess; violet eyes zeroing in on the bizarre woman. Of course, as far as the mechanicus was concerned; bizarre was par for the course. But this particular half-human-half-machine was a different level entirely, and a brief scan of the surface of the mind made Medaira out to be just as strange if not stranger than some of the things she had seen in the immaterium.

[i]"[color=a187be]Throne's blood. Where did you even find this tech priestess, Celestian?![/color]"[/i]

Adrianne glanced at Andromedai with a look that verged on disbelief, yet she managed to keep her thoughts for herself. Andromedai was by far one of the most radical and open-minded sisters of battle Adrianne had ever seen. Not that it meant that much given the average level of stuck-up in the Orders Militant, but Adrianne knew to appreciate it about her superior. 

Plus, anyone willing to let a psyker ride shotcut outside of a navigation throne would instantly end up on Adrianne's good side!

... and it was aaaaaaalmost enough to counteract the mental groan that echoed through her mind and likely the warp as well when she heard about the suspected cult affiliations.

[color=a187be]"Tzeentch and Slaanesh... why can't it ever be just regular khornates for a change?" [/color]Adrianne groaned, though straightened up.

Whilst the followers of Khorna had a fetish for indiscriminate orbital bombardment, nigh-ork levels of firepower and a particular love for all things axes and chainswords; and especially chainaxes; their lack of tact made them predictable. And most importantly, Adrianne had a fair suspicion whatever warp entity she had been sensing recently was not affiliated with the blood god!

She turned sharply and marched towards the ship; staff in hand. Had her recent 'visits' been purely coincidental, or was there something more about it? First they had grown in frequency, and now they were tracking down a chaos cult associated with tzeentch or slaanesh. Sure, working with the inquisition had a tendency to increase your likelyhood of you running into trouble; especially the chaotic kind of trouble. But even within the inquisition, this coincidence seemed a bit _too_ coincidental! 

So caught was she in her consternations that she completely failed to notice the smaller, unassuming scribe; the taller psyker walking right into Titus and only stopping when she felt her breastplate crash into something.

[color=a187be]"Oh... "[/color] Her violet eyes opened; awakening from her reverie to; before narrowing to peer down on Titus.
[color=a187be]"What,- who are you... ?"[/color]

She asked, her senses honing in on the aura of the scribe's soul.