Makaya knew better than to respond as the skitarii addressed her. Working as a laborer in the forgeworld she had quickly learned that even the lowliest member of the mechanicus was still above her station. However she didn't back down. The young girl didn't even flinch, merely looking directly forward with a resolute stare. As the machine man continued down the line, Makaya dared a sideways glance, spotting the battle sister. She hadn't seen the woman join the congregation, her power armored form sticking out amongst the clothing of everyone else. It was clear that this woman had seen battle recently. Makaya had heard there was a war going on, but little information had trickled down to where she worked, this war had no impact on her life or the life of those around her as far as she knew, she was no warrior, simply a cog in the machine. But to see a battle weary woman beside her, not much older than Makaya herself, made her wonder if the war was closer than anyone had been letting on. She was surprised when the skitarii lashed out at her, but the woman seemed to take it in stride.<br/><br/>On the chort master’s orders she quickly stripped down, revealing her supple, toned and scarred body. There was no hesitation, no shame. Makaya was used to showering and getting dressed in communal blocks. She had seen everyone she'd ever known naked on multiple occasions. One of the first dressed, she took a look at the girls around her. Some were like her, laborers and serfs, others seemed to be from higher stations, nobility and the like, more reluctant to disrobe in front of the others, and even once they had, their unblemished skin marked them out as different. The battle sister didn't seem to hesitate, though taking off the armor seemed like an ordeal. Makaya considered offering to assist, but didn't want to test the chort master’s reaction. Best to let things play out for now. Instead she quickly took her place again in the line.