Having finished gulping down what could only have been enough water to hydrate half a continent, Adrianne finally shut the kitchen sink and stepped back with a relieved sigh.

"Delicious... " Adrianne muttered along the sigh, before she turned around to scan her surroundings with her purple eyes.

[i]"[b]Where[/b] are we anyway?"[/i]

"ADRAINNE, I am going to go change, maybe you should do the same? Or you could always stay the way you are and bother Zhevon!"

Initially confused by Aviza's comment, Adrianne narrowed her eyes as she gazed out towards the living room, then to her right, realizing that Zhevon had entered the kitchen while she had been busy with the sink. Eyes widening for a moment when she realized what little she was actually wearing, a thin silk gown that was almost transparent, Adrianne would take a step back before the psyker suddenly disappeared into thin air on the spot, vanishing from sight!

*

Reappearing a split second later back in her new room, Adrianne would look around in a hurry!

[i]"Where is my equipment?!"[/i]

It did not take long before she spotted a large, towering dresser made out of ornate, gold painted wood rising up in the corner of her room. Marching over to it with quick, determined steps; she swung the doors wide open to reveal a small arsenal of clothes and civilian paraphernalia contained within. 

And lying in the tall side section of the wardrobe would be her old clothes and armor. The metal surface of her armor had been cleaned and polished to the point it was almost gleaming, with little but some old, minor dents and scars across the surface to suggest that the armor had ever been used. The black, metallic spine that ran up along the back of her chestplate laid dormant, the yellow lights emanating from the sides of the vertebraes turned off as the refractor field generator contained within had not been activated. 

Bending forward, she found her bio-jumpsuit lying at the bottom of the dresser, neatly packed together in a small bulk.

Holding it up, Adrianne moved to only hold the corner of the suit. A sickly, disgusting sound emanated from the suit as it unraveled itself, as if the pieces had almost melted together. But slowly but surely, the whole jumpsuit would roll out into its full height.

"I guess whoever tried to wash this had no idea what it was made of... " Adrianne commented to herself as she studied her jumpsuit, which while cleaner looked remarkably more disheveled and disfigured. Removing her gown, she would reach into the dresser again.

Finding her ceremonial knife from the wardrobe, Adrianne would make a small incision down the front torso of the suit, cutting the fleshy, brown material apart. With an opening, she would step into it, taking it slow as she gently guided her feet down into it at first, before pulling it up around her body.

Despite having been lying in the dresser for hours, the suit felt wet inside - as it should be. The moment it touched around her naked skin, Adrianne could immediately feel the suit begin to convulse around her body. In areas where there had been pockets of air, the suit would neatly move itself into place, as if it was molding itself to fit her skin. The way it placed itself onto her body was almost like a second layer of skin, a small biting sensation appearing in places as the parasites within the suit made contact with her body. Moving her hands up to her torso, she would grab the two pieces she had cut apart at the frontal torso area before squeezing them together around her chest. As the severed ends of her suit connected and were pressed together, they would slowly meld together, almost like a rapidly healing wound or slow moving liquid. 

Adrianne reared her shoulders as she suit latched itself onto her body. It felt tight at first, but it soon became more viscous and stretchy as she began to move around the room, making her last few adjustments. 

"I'll never grow out of you, will I?" Adrianne muttered to herself with a smile as she ran a hand across her body and over the surface of the suit, gently grazing the thin metallic threads woven into the organic material. 

Reaching into the dresser again, Adrianne contemplated whether or not she should don her full armor. It seemed a little out of place for a minor breakfast or normal dinner meal. But the words of her old mentor crossed her mind in that moment, his favorite motto "better safe than sorry". 

Grabbing her armor from the dresser, she would begin to equip it all, which took some minutes as she she had to put it on piece by piece, beginning with her chestplate and greaves, tweaking them in place with a little help from her psychic powers, before putting on her heavy metal greaves and gauntlets. Finally fully equipped with all but her helmet which she held under her arm, she would grab her staff and march down towards the living room where the rest were.

And probably considerably more later than anyone else, as she had spent quite a time getting fully dressed.

"Sorry about that, I can be a little slow in them mornings... it is morni,- wait... " Adrianne suddenly stopped halfway down the stairs, sniffing through the air like a bloodhound that had just caught a scent!

" ... is that... are those strawberry pancakes I smell?!"