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Atellus nodded, about to speak, when the lights on the floor flashed on. He looked down, raising an eyebrow, and caught a glimpse of the Blank hurrying off.

Certainly an interesting comrade, but not one I'm keening on working with.

Atellus took his own leisurely pace towards the briefing room, letting his psychic sight expand again. He was already beginning to work on a way to avoid looking at the blank- Or, indeed, anything like him, to make a hole in his vision. It would be a useful skill to have in the employ of an inquisitor, though he would need to be careful, lest he unwittingly ignore something vitally important.