[color=8dc73f]” Very well… You are unlucky… "[/color]

[color=a187be][i]"I think I 'lucky' is more appropriate term."[/i][/color]

Adrianne privately thought to herself as she watched the rambling half-toaster, doing her best to maintain a neutral expression and suppress the growing sense of unease she felt as she started to reconsider the wisdom of handing her venerable plasma pistol over to this particular tech priestess.

It was with some relief that Andromedai summoned them, and she joined Medaira on her trip back to the main living room. 

Even though Adrianne knew little about just how such archaic plasma weapons actually functioned, she had still not allowed Medaira to be alone with her pistol while she was working on it - in hopes that through some supernatural sixth sense, she might sense any mischief, sabotage or [b]unnecessary modification[/b].

[color=8dc73f]"There are UPGRADES to be made… also need to later replace some questionable parts that won’t be issue for now. I will put in new ones. New and improved! Also blessed! I will have every little separate part blessed separately! So no evil can ever take hold of this treasure!” [/color]

"[color=a187be]Yeah, uhm... no? The weapon is working fine, thank you very much. I have gotten quite used to its settings and feel so far, I'd rather not change anything!"[/color] Adrianne replied as she accepted the plasma pistol; while trying to sound as cordial as she could; though she was finding herself more and more tempted to look for the tech-priestess's reset switch.

[color=a187be][i]"Throne of Terra, I have dealt with warp entities more sensible than this one!"[/i][/color]

Adrianne took a moment to look her plasma pisol over, listening for any growing whining sounds and gently moving a finger across the weapon to check for heat; before putting it back in its holster and closing it securely. Mostly to keep it out of sight and away from Medaira!

*

As they entered the living room, Adrianne was about to greet Andromedai when Medaira suddenly launched into another of her ramblings in front of the psyker. The psyker soon found herself becoming part of the background audience as she waited for Medaira to finish, tilting her head slightly at some of the statements.

[color=8dc73f]" ... and of course our Psycker friend who got removed from the Prank Victim List temporary and should likely be arriving ANY MOMENT NOW!”[/color]

[color=a187be]"You do realise that I am standing right behind you, don't you?" [/color]The taller psyker asked with a slight smirk, before stepping off to the side in the living room so as to reduce the risk of being hit by a sudden-flailing mechadendrite around the unstable priestess.