Aine remained wary of the odd looking blonde haired woman , the unceasing stair making her whole body tense up just slgithly though it was no doubt noticeable to Aura and likely to the others. The easily seven foot tall female stopped down to whisper into Vern's ear and looked to the others before bowing at the waist to at least maintain some respect and show knowledge of human customs. " If we are going to actually sit here like bait to the powers then I will go to my quarters to prepare and make sure the men are ready." The Eldar's resonant voice wavered for just a moment, her one good , almost opalescent eye focusing on Aura in curiosity still. Being an Eldar she had felt the withering eye of slaanesh upon her for all of her long years and she seemed almost sure that she felt it more intensely as this... thing stared upon her form. It made the xeno shiver deep inside, gooseflesh forming at the small of her back  before she tore her vision from Aura and ducked out of the room, stepping past the acolytes causing her long red hair that was tied up into a topknot to bob with the speed of her 'escape'.<br/><br/>Vern took up right after her, apologizing profusely as he followed the eldar, whatever she had said had set his portly form waddling down after her. His foppish mustache making him look even sillier as the tail f his coat followed behind him and when he finally left merica sighed, slamming her hand on the table and looking between her acolytes. "Now that they are gone , I will give it to you straighy, Acolytes..." The interjection of  this being a suicide mission only made Mercia nod grimly. She would hate to actually send this crew planet-side, to risk a promising , if perhaps a slight dysfunctional group of acolytes down to the surface but that was what her pact with Aura was for, that daemon would by her troupe the survival it needed, at least in the short term. " It may well be." The inquistor flipped channels once more but it was the same scene on the hologram as corpses fell under las and multilas fire and rose again until nothing was left of them. Mortar strikes and valkyrie strafes annihilated entire habs but still the things advanced, burning with the promethium jelly still clinging to their skin. The moaning undead torches made PDf flee and subsequently be shot for desertation . it was certainly a grim scene and it made Mercia remember her time as an acolyte. The blue holograms flickered and cast her dour face in shadow before she looked up and sighed, her brown eyes had a jaded look to them. " This is Chaos, of which I can offer you no protection against. But there still lies the mission. You must make it to that warehouse. It does not set right in my bones, it has to be used for something central to a cult if it is where the infection originated.But..."<br/><br/>The woman twists the nob once more in the table and shows a view of the planet from orbit once more, likely from previous storage. " We are still a day out.. and that means you have a few hours , make use of them and if you have any questions, ask."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>