Adrianne listened to Medaira spout some minor heresies, and nodded in agreement. [color=a187be]"It is a wonder the guard is so effective."[/color] Adrianne mused, reflecting on her own memories of the guard. She had been attached to guard regiments in the past, and even though she stuck close to officers; there had been more than one episode where friendly fire had been narrowly avoided. Often thanks to her own divination powers! She felt herself getting hungry. It was probably a reason why the Eldar's presence upset her so much. The ashen haired psyker resumed to look through the menu, taking a note of the meals she'd order. [color=a187be]"One extra large beef with onions; one serving of local fish; one set of spiced ribs; gene potatoes; sour cream... "[/color] Adrianne paused mid notation, turning towards Medaira. [color=a187be]"Prank friends? If you can actually pull off a prank against an agent of the great enemy; I'd be willing to give you a reward~" [/color] She added with a smirk; suddenly curious how in the world Medaira would pull something like that off, and quietly hoping she hadn't just set off a chain reaction that would lead to a lot of trouble for them in the later future.