Alone with her thoughts, Aina knelt before the small statue of Silvana and pondered what her superior intended for her. With a resigned sigh, she concluded that she had no way of knowing, and began the process of stripping away her power armor. The silver gauntlets came off first, allowing her fingertips to more easily find the releases elsewhere. Next came the buttons and snaps that affixed the white robes to her armor, which she folded nearly and placed next to the gauntlets. Then she removed her curaiss, exposing herself to the cold air in the shrine with a shudder. Once the curaiss had been lain carefully atop the robes, the felinid quickly removed the armor from her legs and feet.
The marble floor was frigid, so she stole quietly from the room and padded down the hallway to retrieve her airy white robes from her quarters. These did little to guard her from the persistent chill aboard the cruiser, but they at least preserved some of her modesty. They also, incidentally, gave her a place to hide her long, feline tail.
After fourteen minutes and thirty seconds, Aina found herself standing in front of the door to Canoness Sara's quarters. With some degree of trepidation, she rapped her knuckles against the metal.
“It's open,” came the Canoness' voice from within. Sister Aina cautiously rotated the deep-set handle, and popped the hatch open.