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Blank? thought Holt. He'd never heard of the word, though given the Navigator's reaction to the detective and his apology to the psykers present, it was something which negatively affected those with psychic powers. While the thought of something like that was intriguing, there was a matter of significantly greater concern at hand, namely that of the Inquisitor's female companion.

It was clear that she was no Tech-Priest, yet she was learned in the sacred art of cogitator programming, and had apparently been using it for ends that would be illegal even for an Adept of the Machine Cult.

"Sacrilege..." muttered Holt, so quietly that not even he could hear it.

The fact that this woman was in the company of an Inquisitor however meant she was in practice—so long as she retained her master's blessing—above all but the most sacred laws of the Mechanicus. Reluctantly, Holt put the matter to the back of his mind, and hopefully away from less than thorough psychic probes. After the detective finished his introduction, Holt made his way to the front of the room.

"Good Day Detective. I suppose I shall introduce myself next then. I am Tristan Holt of Eridani Regius, Tech-Adept and Explorator of the Holy Omnissiah. While I have not taken the trials of the geneators, I am quite adept in the biological mysteries if I might say so myself. I look forward to working with you all." he said.