“Clear out of my sight, liability.” The arbitrator sneered, turning his nose up at the scrawny psyker, making a point of the size difference. Alone. Silence. He was not happy with their current circumstances. Stuck guarding some stockpile of resources until reinforcements came - reinforcements which had just been redirected to a terrorist disaster on another planet. Days, weeks he could be stuck here with this moronic liability, he could feel himself getting frustrated with just the prospect of it.