[i][/i]Adrianne was unable to entirely hide her smirk as she watched the governor politely shuffle them out of his office as fast as decently possible. She had a feeling that the man had not quite been expecting the whole crew to take him up on his offer of aid so eagerly.

[i][color=a187be]"He may be a shy man, but that is hardly an indication of heresy. In most cases at least."[/color][/i]

She reflected, following the rest of the retinue as they boarded the Typhoon and began their journey to the safehouse, which Andromedai had already managed to generate quite a bit of hype for. 

*

[color=a187be]"Emperor be praised!"[/color]

Adrianne thought as she breathed out a sigh of relief behind her skull faced helmet, just as a sudden decomination shower sprouted from the walls around them, along with an unhealthy dose of holy incense being released somewhere. Only her supernatural prominition had warned her to put on her helmet in time to avoid being dashed by the stuff in the face.

[i][color=a187be]"Perhaps Andromedai wasn't exaggeratin,- ohh. Actually, I _could_ get used to this."[/color][/i]

The Psyker's train of negativity abruptly stopped when she entered the main room and got a proper sight of the strange yet comfortable looking decoration of their safehouse. It certainly had a lavish flair to it, but it was different from most imperial interior design. In fact, it almost made Adrianne think of Tau design in some places. The thought made her instinctively peer towards their resident tech priestess Medaira out of fear she might explode into accusations of tech-heresy, but then Adrianne remembered that their particular tech priestess had about as many loose bolts in her noggin as an ork flying machine.

[color=a187be]"Aviza. I am glad to see that you are still alive, and looking well even." [/color]Adrianne said with a nod of her head, looking even a little impressed as she smiled sheepishly; removing her skull faced helmet with a hydraulic click and hiss.

But the surprises wouldn't end there. Once Adrianne was introduced to the food waiting for them, she almost fell sideways in surprise. But then quickly righted herself again. Of course, she should have remembered Aviza's less-than-ascetic tastes when it come to life in general. And she certainly wasn't going to object to such a treatment. 

[color=f49ac2]"What a lovely taste. Perhaps we have more in common than you know."[/color]A voice like poisoned honey seeped into the back Adrianne's head.

[color=a187be]"Yes, you wouldn't have the slightest... wait."[/color] Adrianne spoke, before abruptly pausing and waving a hand in front of her; as if trying to chase away a fly.
[color=a187be]"That's a wonderful meal you have prepared. While Stukov may enjoy his cup of stoic Tannan suffering,  I think I will just take some wine myself."[/color]