The quiet chanting would eventually peter off as the tech-priest would half open one eye as she'd tilt her head down to Arban, and raising one of her eyebrows before fully opening her eyes. Regarding the young man for a few silent moments as she would attempt to calculate the best course of action. She would raise a single finger, and clear her throat. Remaining as calm and collected as she ever was, even if she found her hands steadily gliding towards her weapon with a small grimace appearing on her lips.<br/><br/>"Xanatov, Call a Medic and the Missionary." The Techpriest would say dully as she'd step out from behind the console, keeping both eyes trained on the Navigator. Her hand clearly lingering on her hell gun as she'd keep a careful watch on the Navigator.