Nexus smirked under the guard of his rebreather and carapace helmet at Selvaria's reaction, like a child who had found a long lost item, though he quickly turned his thoughts to the tasks at hand. he would listen intently to the crew member as he spoke of how they would need to approach the ship, at least he had come armed properly for boarding actions. the Multi Melta would punch through doors and foe with indiscriminate ease, flesh or armor it all melted the same. he would run a quick inventory of his war gear, it wasn't that it wouldn't be there, it was just a habit by now. after checking his gear, he reached up and loosened the sling to his weapon back to combat length giving himself some room to move the barrels around effectively.<br/><br/>he would remain wordless, waiting for knowledge on which of the smaller vessels housed within the cruiser. gently he made the sign of the aquilla, praying wordlessly that they would not find damnable genestealers aboard the aged spacecraft.