Keeva felt tired by the time she had been shown to her quarters. She wasn't ready for the elaborate room that greeted her however. A room clearly reserved for a visiting officer of standing. Something she would never had admitted to others that she was. Her own quarters were sparse compared to the fineries that lavished these ones.

The first thing she did was pull her hair from the band that had kept it up in a bun and shook it free, throwing the band carelessly onto a side table. She exhaled slowly, letting the tension ease it's way from her mind. While one hand ran through her hair she opened a long range Vox Channel to the Divine Pursuit. With her ship in such close proximity she could speak with those on board without resorting to Astropathic communications.

"This is Second Commander Genesis," she started speaking as soon as she was received. "Patch me through to Second Commander Mattias Lamont," she instructed and was obeyed in decent time.

The voice that answered her was sleep filled and groggy. "Hello?"

"Mattias. It's Keeva. You asked me to communicate with you when I could," she spoke as informally as she knew how.

"Yes, yes," Mattias replied hurriedly. She could hear him shuffling about the room. "Sorry, I was a sleep. How is everything on the Glorious Heritage?"

Keeva didn't apologise for her poor timing. "It's strange," she answered pleased that she could speak her mind about the ship now she was speaking with someone she trusted.

"Strange? How?" Mattias asked, a minor hint of alarm in his voice.

"I can't put my finger on it exactly," she answered once more. Moving to sit on the edge of the large double bed, almost flopping backwards due to it's softness. "There is just something not right."

"With the Psyker?" Mattias asked.

"With it all. The Guardsmen here," she paused. "I don't know. Maybe it's because they've been waiting to get back into action, but there seems to be a distinct lack of discipline."

"What do you mean?" Mattias questioned. Keeva could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

"It's all so informal," she complained.

Mattias laughed openly to Keeva's comments on the guardsmen around her. "Maybe that will benefit you," he jested towards her uptight nature.

Keeva scoffed and looked away from the Vox, as though not looking at it would mean the words coming from it weren't true.

"And Primaris Greyson?" Mattias asked, having woken up enough.

"I wouldn't like to meet him in a dark room." Keeva answered dryly, even though that was exactly how she had met the strange Psyker.

"Some of the Navy say that about you, you know?" Mattias continued the jest.

"All right! Enough!" Keeva cracked to her friends comments. "What do you want me to say? He was the most attractive man I've ever seen, I can't wait to jump into bed with him?" She asked down the vox.

"I'm sorry," Mattias said, but she knew there was truth to what he'd said. "It didn't go well then?"

"It's not that at all, it was civil." Keeva started to explain. "It's just difficult." She moved to rest her chin in her hand as she spoke. "Again, it felt strange. There are many questions that I still have about all this process, but I didn't seem to be able to get them out," she shook her head confused. "You know me Mattias, when have I ever had issues speaking my mind?" She pressed to him.

"Never." Mattias answered. "Do you think he did something to you?"

"Not at all. His Overseer got touchy when I asked he was a telepathic." Keeva answered, quickly. "I found that odd as well. The fact he still had one. I didn't think sanctioned Psykers had Overseers," she mused out loud.

"I don't know for certain," Mattias replied. "I suppose if the Inquisition feels there is the need for one."

"They'd just shoot them," Keeva added with a shrug, answering rather non-committally. "Like I said, it's just a bit strange."

"Maybe you've been on board the Divine Pursuit for too long?" Mattias suggested.

"That could be the case." Keeva answered, not offended by the comment. "We do run things a little differently," she stated the obvious. They'd never hidden the fact that the Blood Guard were an unusual Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes when compared to some of their brethren. Their viciousness and preference for close quarters combat had earned them some renown. Not as much other Chapters, but compared to them the Chapter was still young.

"Just keep me informed?" Mattias requested.

"I will do. I'll get some answers when I meet with Primaris Greyson tomorrow." She replied.

"If you need anything." Mattias offered.

"I am sure it will all be fine," Keeva answered without feeling confident on the matter. She signed off the vox after saying a farewell to Mattias and wishing him luck on the upcoming mission on board Tuelle. It was a heavy weight hanging over both crews of the battle-barges. Something else that she must try and remember to question Nathaniel about; his role in the shared operation. She couldn't see that his involvement would be diminished just because of her presence on board the Glorious Heritage.

Keeva lay back on the soft bed and let her concerns ebb away from her as sleep took over. She'd have her answers when she awoke and that would have to satisfy both her and her friend. She'd not be side tracked or evaded. She frowned lightly, an expression that disappeared as she kicked off her boots, undressed and wriggled underneath the soft covers. Letting her weariness be abated by the sleep that took over her.