[Gaunt | near the Shelter]
[Felicia is getting an early start at moving things out of her Shelter room and into the newly-claimed grimdark house in preparation for the cleaning—like hell is she going to leave her things in the Shelter for the robots to get their heretical little paws all over.]
[she's tugging a large rolling suitcase behind her, completely bundled up in scarves and a winter coat that, while modified to fit her mechadendrites, still closes awkwardly in front. Such is life for one of the Omnissiah's chosen. She smiles at Gaunt, although with a scarf covering the part of her face capable of expression, he'll only be able to tell that from her voice.]
Oh, Colonel! Hello, there. What in Throne's name have you got on your feet?