The assassin did not, indeed, surprise the cleric... too much. He was, after all, used to following orders. However, to hear that their Inquisitor was a former Sister... that lightened his heart. He'd met a few Sisters on his home ship; in fact, it was one of them that urged him to enter into the Emperor's service. Still, the beratement of not paying attention stung.<br/><br/>When he entered the barracks, he chose a lower bunk, near the door. He half noticed the fact that, while it was co-ed, it did have provisions to prevent unwanted sexual advances. Not that the women had to worry about him; after all, the lure of the flesh was the work on the Ruinus Powers, and he worked hard to overcome such temptations.<br/><br/>He listens briefly to Helmuth's rant and subsequent prayer. "This is true, assassin. However, in order for us to succeed in shielding the populous against such dangers, we do have to work together. Not necessarily trust each other, for trust must be earned, but we do have to respect each other's abilities." He glances around the room.<br/><br/>Then he starts singing, his voice a sharp contrast to his body. While his body is thin, gaunt, and not particularly pleasing, his voice is a clear, strong tenor. He sings a rather common praise to the God-Emperor, a hymn dedicated to the glory of waging battle in His Holy name, and his voice filling the barracks and doing it's best to uplift the very souls of his fellow Acolytes.<br/><br/>He finishes, taking a moment to complete the same High Gothic prayer ending that Helmuth did.