Lucien watched the others enter, observing carefully with the hopes of gaining a well informed first impression. The girl with the collar was not making hers any better. Lucien only payed a quick glance to Impetus, but moved on inside after awaiting the entry of the odd, robed girl. The penitent witch was unwittingly rubbing Lucien the wrong way, and he was eager to say something during her disrespectful retorts. This girl was a lot ruder than Lucien would like to have to deal with. He affixed the girl with a silent glare, waiting for her to stop her protests and be still. He was pleasantly surprised that he only had to suffer a few moments of her distasteful impudence.<br/><br/>He approached quietly, his eyes peering over the large collar that obscured much of his face from sight. A single eye stared at her as she spoke, and it willed her to cease her infernal tongue lashing. Lucien had already had quite enough of her. "I suggest you be silent," He sought for a word with which he could refer to her, but the ones that came to mind were not particularly pertinent given the circumstances. Swearing at her would just make him a hypocrite. "That is to speak to a servant of the emperor. Nor anyone present, thank you." Lucien turned away from her having spoke his mind. He thrust his arms deep into his pockets, turning his eye to those who were actually contributing to their objective, his gaze settling on that of the eldar for longer than he'd have wished.<br/><br/>Lucien at last settled his stance and got a good look at his new inquisitor. He was not yet sure what to think of her, but he hoped she would be a lot less malevolent than the last one. With any luck, she might even be a good person. Which he was sure would be a fine accomplishment for most of them standing there now. "Thank you for your hospitality, Captain. What is it you wish of us, Ma'am?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>