[i]"You dare accuse a farseer of plotting with that wicked bastard? Do I look like a Dark Eldar to you?"[/i] She had her twin shuriken still pointed at him, not flinching. [i]"I have no need to prove myself to you. I have been surviving on this ship for the past month, alone. I know where my loyalties lie. Can you say the same?"[/i] She stared him down from under her helm. She spoke the truth, indeed she knew who she was herself. But if this new arrival thought it could intimidate her, it was thinking wrong. She was a farseer, the purest to be found within a craftworld. And although she was a descendant of Isha, she had no quarrel with fighting. Especially if it meant for her life. If this supposed warlock was seeking a confrontation, he would find one if he searched deep enough.