Marcella
The banks of computer screens drained the color from Marcella's face as she stood there in the dimly lit cockpit, smiling from ear to ear as the soft
thud-thud-click of the printer worked its magic. Once all of the rolls had been produced, their faces covered with the beautiful writing that would tell them so much, the Psyker hurriedly stuffed them down the front of her coveralls before departing the cockpit.
Still blending into her surroundings, Marcella would smile and 'inhale' the scent and atmosphere of the ship for one last time until departing, quietly making her way outside and looking for Arl. Once she had found him, she approached, her image still reflecting that of whatever was behind her.
"Psst - Arl!" her voice excitedly giggled from the shadows.
"I got a bunch of print outs; we should probably bail!"