Later I would contemplate whether this was my psychic potentially flexing and growing from contstant use. How else could I have known she would walk in like that? I had to do more study on the subject. In fact it could have been Emmaline's own, more powerful will that had announced her arrival subconsiously. But as it was, my mind was not on the subject of human potential growth in psychic aspects. I found my tongue was heavy and slow to move. I wasn't very aware that the dream and my state of sleep had raised my sword quite enthusoastically. So considerable was my excitement it threatened to spear through my trousers. 

Emmaline looked sexy in about anything in my eyes, but the black dress hugged her curves spectacularly, and it brought back memories of our initial kiss. We had kissed since, but something about that night had been special, and it had been unceremoniously cut short by the agents of chaos. 

"N-Nothing, I..." I tried to state, but failed considerably in saving myself. I truly had been thrown for a loop by her appearance.

Once I realized the flush of my face and the salute below the belt, I abruptly turned away from her and cleared my throat. By the throne, I was embarrassed to call myself an Inquisitor at that moment. The small matter of my success saving the Segmentum was inconsequential in the light of my current predicament. 

"Lieutenant Von Morganstern," I said. Not a technical rank, but any term for subordinate would do, and she had earned the title. "Forgive me for my current state. I suspect you have come for a social visit, judging by your apparel. Grant me a minute or two to dress appropriately and I can join you. Unless I am mistaken for your reason of visit?"