Helmuth's eyes turned towards the Psyker, his skin tingled whenever he looked at him. He didn't have a love for the Psyker, the first thing he was told by his Inquistor to never trust the mutant and here now not five feet away was one, even so he allowed his eyes to falter down towards Galatia, hearing her he chuckled. "Dangers? Have you ever been in a war, seen people sitting on there knees, trying to patch there bellies together to keep there entrails from falling out? Have you ever heard the laughter of the Alien as they butchered our troops.", Helmuth shook his head, "No.. what we do here for our God-Emperor is to make sure no one has to experience those Dangers..", he clasped his hands together, words forming in High Gothic as he ended his prayer. Then closed his eyes.