IC II: DH The Purity of Sacrifice

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Marcella

Marcella had actually fallen asleep by the offer of a cancer stick was extended. Her head resting back, her eyes closed, the Psykers mind had drifted off into the surroundings of an ESP web as she caught the first shut eye they had had in almost a day and a half. They'd descended through the tunnels, met at Raptores compound, gone to Tora territory, interrogated those kids, back to Raptore compound and then to the train station. She was positively beat and was looking forward a nice, warm bubble bath when she got home back to her Midhive hab apartment.

So when the smoke from those cigars wafted into her nose, the Psyker woke up and throatily coughed as if she had swallowed a drink the wrong way, her face bright red.

Marcellas eyes flashed angrily and she swooped her gloved hand back and forth before her face to push away the acrid vapours spewed across her features, her short blonde locks shaking as she did so.

"Ewww, that's disgusting!" she spluttered, reaching down into her backpack and withdrawing her gas mask and sliding it down over her face: the full, transparent flexiplastic visor making the item seem like just a black band around her head.

"That's so gross!" her voice altered by the filtration system of her mask.