Marcella
The Psyker maintained her expression, but couldn't help but sigh in resigntaion through her nose. You could bring a horse to water, but you couldn't make it drink.
"Fine. Before we leave I will put you to sleep. It'll be your choice if you wake up or not."
She then closed and opened the fingers of her waiting hand in a 'gimmie' gesture to the signed document.
Should Drimmle hand it over, Marc will move down the stairway towards the guardsman, holding her left hand up as if to halt him from advancing any further. Silently, she placed the signed document on the flat railing, before taking several steps back to allow the mercenary to retrieve and verify the form - in a way that did not put him within arms reach of her.
Looking over at Serellia, Marc pursed her lips.
"Sorry about that whole..." she tapped her temple, offering a half-apologetic shrug, before looking back at the guardsman.
"We all good?"