If there was anything Veyda hated more it was the concept of Hivers tunnelsense. Partially because she had grown up on an Agri-World without the levels of civilization and urban development on top of each other but it was also because she saw too many bloody hivers having worse times than her knowing where they were going. Thankfully when Veyda had gotten word of where she was to be placed from the Adeptus Arbites, her Regiment was lending some of their personnel to the frightfully undermanned planet. Veyda didn't care it was better than fighting 'nids on some Death World, and it allowed her to prove herself to her commanders that she was capable.<br/><br/>As Veyda entered the room her hand on the handle of her Laspistol just in case the group in the room was hostile. Stepping by the lout who was smoking. She sized up what the Emperor lent her in the way of potential companions. She found a fellow Guardsman first the man equipped with a similar loadout as her standard, to him she gave a slight nod of acknowledgement, seeing him put her more at ease, her mind thanking the Emperor for small favours. Next, she saw a cog boy, never really understood them and they really didn't try to explain themselves, so it suited her just fine. The rest of them looked like Arbitors to her judging by their more local looks.<br/><br/>"10th Caledonian Conscript Veyda, reporting Sirs" She said briskly as she stood up straight waiting for whichever Arbitor in charge to fill her in on the assignment.