[SIZE=5]Marcella[/SIZE

Marcella drifted off into the land of morpheus, her mind rolling across the barrier between the Materium and the Warp. Beneath her closed eyelids, her eyes shifted about as her powerful brain greedily drunk in as much REM sleep as it could.

Awakening eventually, the Psyker rubbed her eyes with her hands, peerinf around at everyone else with the whites of her eyes pinkened from her sleep.

"We almost there?" she asked, "we should probably stop by our habs and freshen up before meeting the big guy. Possibly arresting Drimmle is a big move, and we'll need his support."

The Big Guy in this case being Interrogator Ezekiel.