Galatia looked on with shock, surprised by the assassin. Still, she took no blow to her ego by his stealth and berating them for not seeing him; they were by no means trained to his standard yet. One day, perhaps, they would be the elite like him, but for now, it certainly would not do for them to think too highly of themselves.<br/><br/>She stepped in, admiring the cleanliness of the place, and giving a brief thought that their Inquisitor was not only female but a former Sister. She felt safe, knowing that they were in good hands - although hands that would have no difficulty breaking their necks if necessary. It comforted her that someone so devout and fierce would be her boss.<br/><br/>With a smile, Galatia shrugged off her backpack and tossed it onto one of the lower bunks, taking a seat and testing to see how firm or springy the mattress was. She gave a little flick of her hair, then put her shotgun aside, not needing to check to make sure the safety was on - she was no fool.