She found him fascinating.
But, of course, she was never going to admit that.
She would often peer out of her window at the earliest hours of the morning (she would be up anyways, robots didn't sleep) and watch the psyker go for his rounds down in the training grounds–punching away at wooden training monkeys until they nothing but splinters, firing pulse cannons at targets, and blasting quake busters at unsuspecting tree stumps (wait, could tree stumps suspect anything in the first place?)
The Queen of Destruction found the scientist's unbridled strength quite intriguing, oh yes. Now, if he weren't so obsessed with getting her codes, maybe …
"Eve." Add approached her one early morning, casually. He wore a black tank top and somewhat roughed up jeans, and had his wrists wrapped up in bandages. His dynamos hung idly at his sides.
"What do you want, Add?"
"Train with me."
"… train with you?"
"Yes," Add said, turning away and waving his hand dismissively. "Train with me. Before I change my mind, or something," he murmured, leaving the room.
Eve stared in his direction blankly.
She came to a dilemma–should she risk coming down with the training grounds with Add, knowing very well it could be a ploy to get her codes? Or, well, no, impossible, he could never get her codes. At least not without taking an assault spear up the ass, that's for sure.
She let out a soft sigh.
She tied her snowy locks up into a high ponytail as she floated out to the training grounds, spotting the Lunatic Psyker already punching away at some poor wooden training monkey. How does he not get splinters? She thought. Interesting.
"Well?" She heard him speak. He was still focused on whacking away at that training monkey.
"Well what?"
"It's a training ground. So."
She blinked. "Oh. Correct."
Eve turned away, summoning her atomic blaster and readying it.
They mostly ignored each other for the rest of the morning–but nonetheless, the little queen rather enjoyed Add's company, and the up close and personal look at his training routines.
Quite interesting, indeed.