Hans: Bruva Loann?

Loann: Yes?

Hans: why is there a sister of battle waiting outside of your quarters?

Loann: is she dressed in templar regalia, carrying a big fuckoff sword, and wearing more facepaint than that harlequin I bisected the other day?

Hans: yes?

Loann: thank the emperor, lelith's booty call is here

Hans: what?

Loann: NOTHING COME SISTER LET US "PRAY" *pulls sister of battle into the room as Hans faintly hears loud moaning and slapping noises on the other side as Loann silently exits the room for the first time in weeks.... and promptly falls on his face.* I need to see the apothecary, I can't feel my pelvis.

Hans: do you need some help?

Loann: that would be nice.

Hans: alright buddy let's get you to a medbay.... you left a voxcorder in there though, right?

Loann: need you even ask *holds up tablet displaying the heretical activities occurring inside of his room*

Hans: this will bring out traitors for sure once it starts circulating. Fine work.

Loann: *weakly high fives hans*