A little circuitous, a little hesitant, but she got there. By takes in a breath, and takes a swig, and then lowers the bottle. "They do," he says. "That was actually one of the very early functions of ImpSec. The recruitment of civilian informants to keep the Emperor - or at least his proxies - apprised of what was going on around him. Particularly with regards to what was going on with his Vor. My division is one of the oldest in ImpSec - though it's changed a bit since its original iteration. We still report back High Vor dissatisfaction with the Emperor, but it's generally not acted upon. Almost never with torture. To the best of my knowledge, anyways. Who knows what some of my colleagues really get up to."

He's babbling. How pathetic. Lord, he's as awkward as - Well. As his dear cousin Miles, frankly.

"So you'll forgive the...rather amateurish nature of my extraction attempt. I hope. Extractions are not, you understand, my specialty. A proper professional would have done better. So do not think ill of the organization. Hm?"