Felidae looks pensive a moment, then replies:

Bit of a long story. I served on the Terminus before it became the wreck you see before you. Adjudant to the Admiral, recruited straight from the Imperial Guard due to .. mostly luck, I suppose. We were mostly doing sweep-up operations at the end of the Great Crusades, when we ran into an actual fleet of traitor marines. They gutted the ship, killed the Admiral. Life support was failing, atmosphere leaking, drives gone and powersupply dwindling, and there was a stasis pod. So .. presumably the oldest, meanest hag you ever met.

She smiles, hard and fierce - maybe trying to intimidate .. but quite possibly just still coming to terms with having been on a ten thousand year hiatus.