[ Gaunt will stand in the office, at attention, ever formal, until told to sit down. His face falls as she asks where the Inquisition can't find them and explains. ]
While Handro Rime and his Sirkles are known traitors to those of us from Balhaut, as long as he can masquerade as a loyal inquisitor, he has effectively unlimited jurisdiction throughout the subsector and the Sabbt Worlds Cluster. The only thing I can suggest is to be watchful, and inform your crew there may be infiltrators. They... are capable of taking the faces of other people, replacing them by some psychic means. The procedure is... disturbing.
[ Gaunt looks away, shaking his head. ] I fear our nuptials, intended as they were to establish your bona fides as a Rogue trader, drew attention from Rime's servants, the Sirkles. They'll be dogging you until such time as Rawne and his company can... deal with them as Rawne and his company deal with such things. [ In their time together, Rawne will have shown up, a snakelike, handsome man who is murderously efficient, and always willing to kill in the name of doing what is right. Some of Ibram's honor has finally rubbed off on him after over a decade of campaigning together, but he is still utterly ruthless in dealing with threads. ]