At the first scream, Katarina had come to her feet, not even bothering with the pretense of hiding what she was about to do, the bolt pistol she kept on her hip suddenly in her hand, but trained on the floor.  When Abran managed to get to his feet, she drew a deep breath, and slid the weapon back into the holster.<br/><br/>Her shoulders seemed to slump slightly as she gazed out the forward port.  "Sir, if he's talking about a pure Warp entity...  he's not joking at all."  She shook her head again, her lips drawing into a thin line.  "I've seen what something like that can do to a crew, let alone to a Navigator or someone as connected to the Void as most of us.<br/><br/>"I'm no psychologist, but we're going to need to keep an eye on each other, all of us, not just the bridge crew, but the soldiers as well.  I've seen firsthand the things something like what the Navigator is talking about can do to a person, not just mentally, but physically as well.  If he's right, then eating each other is the LEAST of our worries."<br/><br/>She rested one hand on her own chair, staring at the console for several moments, and then cleared her throat.  "However, I will put my faith in our Missionary to keep us all firmly rooted in our belief in the Emperor's power.  It has never failed before, save for those who have little faith in him.  I served His commands faithfully for 13 years, and while there are times I should have died..."  She shook her head as she slid back into her chair, working to bring the ship around to get a better view of the debris field.<br/><br/>"I'm still alive, by His grace."