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[Looks at WK] Maybe. Last month you knocked me unconscious in front of my own child, and then proceeded to teach her war tactics.
As good will goes, I think that might be on the negative side of the scale.

*shrugs*
So I did. I'm not expecting forgiveness for it. It is what it is.
*offers 2BJ1 some steak*
Here, you could probably use this.
*goes back to watching over Marla*

*takes the steak*

I'm somewhat paranoid that you're attempting to get back at me for my sense of humor, but I can't think of something that could upset any Kroot's stomach that you'd have at your disposal, so thank you.

[To WK] You can't really say "it is was it is" when you hit me until I stopped moving and then kicked me in a ditch. That's not philosophy, that's aggression...

Non sequiter about how cosy this blanket is, whimsy whimsy. [Waves hand and shrugs]

*shrugs again*
I'm not expecting your forgiveness. Just your understanding. I feel different now. I don't know why or how. I just do.

OOC;
Super Serious Guardsman is super serious

Have you had a psych assessment recently? [Looks troubled]

Leftover effects from, I don't know, being possessed?

*to BC*
I haven't had a psych assessment ever. It's not a requirement for the Guard anymore, it probably should be though.
*shrugs*
*to 2BJ1*
Possibly, but right now I don't feel any urge to be violent. I just want to protect my friend.
*sighs*
There probably is something seriously wrong with me, I just had a personality 180

*Snaps on rubber glove*
Did somebody say psychological exam?

... You know you were possibly less weird when you still had the tentacles.

...How so? I was dreadfully boring then. The only reason I had a personality at all was a software error.
*Begins setting up a table and a variety of shiny silver instruments*

*looks at the table full of instruments*
Why do you need those for a psychological exam?
*looks nervous*

That reminds me. [Looks at leaflet in pocket] Yarrick said a condition of my staying here is to have regular screenings and see a therapist.

If it's anything like Imperial marriage counselling, I might have to take out life insurance first.

*Saintly expression*
Just in case something goes wrong.
Here, sit in this comfy chair. I have the inkblot tests right here.
*Looks at BC*
You need life insurance to get married? Thank goodness I nev-
*Sad expression*
Nevermind. I think I may have had a wife a few centuries back. Never had children though.

Now why don't I trust you at all?

[Stops WK] He doesn't. Stay over there with your friend.

[Looks at V] Stop that.

Stop what?
*Begins packing the instruments away*

*sits back down on the chair next to jhe*
Do I still need a psych eval Commissar?

Maybe. They used to be mandatory for officers at least.

Whatever that was, wasn't a psych exam.

Oh, come on. I've done absolutely nothing except stare at a shiny patch on the wall for the past 24 hours. I haven't had fun for the past 88 hours.
...And calling that literal wild goose chase fun is stretching it more than an elderly woman Inquisitor in a plastic surgery center.

...Maybe you should both have a psych exam.

Maybe.
*continues setting up the Tarantula sentry gun*

[Daemonette stands in doorway of tank and taps foot] Oh, hey. Guess she's come out of hiding now Yarrick left. [Waves cheerfully]
[Stands up and heads over] Everything okay? It's been a while. Oh! There was a nice commissar here, he gave me a leaflet. [Holds up pamphlet for an Astra Militarum therapy centre]

[Daemonette lifts BC up off his feet by the under-arms and grins]
... Someone's energetic, good grief. Look, I should really call these guys and make an- [Squeezed like a squeak toy] [Drops pamphlet] ... It can wait. [Tank hatches bolt down]

*wakes up slightly dazed*
Hello, oh puppy, good egg here, kroot, benny, blanket,....oww my head....that was rough.

*goes off to kitchen and comes back with two fried breakfasts and a pit of tea*
Wakey wakey, breakfast? Fried egg, no beans?
*gently nudges wk*

*puppy curls up and sleeps on blanket*
*looks to b2j, * I swear you where planning to attack me whilst I was asleep *frowns*

Plans? Those are for the payer. Me? I follow orders, it's the best way to get paid.

*smiles innocently*

*looks skeptical* you sure, I seem to have fuzzy recollection of you offering to knock me out....

Armour auto senses are not entirely perfect.

*pours tea *

Want a cup while your standing about?

Sure, I'll take some tea if it isn't any trouble. Would you like something for the hangover, Miss?

It's not a problem *hands b2j a mug designed for kroot hands. *

It's good tea, there's suger and milk on the tray, as well as a small selection of biscuits

Would not say no to somthing, long as its not more alcohol.
What was I even drinking.... Oh wait , no wonder I have the hangover.....

*takes the cup*

I didn't think you'd have a cup that I would actually be able to hold properly. Most would have been content to watch me struggle.

*looks guilty for a moment*

I should have another vial of that cure somewhere...

*holds cup one handed while searching through several pockets*

Ah, there it is.

*pulls out a vial and hands it to Jhe*

Oh, there all in the cupboard, no one bothers to look. Also a few for eldar , a oygan mug and several marine scaled ones. Left hand of the sink, top shelf.

*drinks cure, *
Oh, wait that tastes odd, gone.... Nothing, wow that's effective.

Thanks, that's best cure I've seen, and Im trained medicaly.