The tech-priest's estimation of the interrogator went up due to his recognising her raft-construction from the logs on the beach. It also went down slightly for not stating there were settlements nearby before she'd already spent time gathering resources like this. Then that irritating pissant spoke up, and whilst he bent down to look for items, he would feel a very polite tap on the shoulder. If he didn't turn around in time, the claw would instead hoist him aloft to face Honoria.

"I will tell you this once, little man: your advice is neither needed, nor wanted. You have neither the training nor the authority to advise those of us who hold ranks that need intellect; and too little experience to earn even the meanest portion of respect. I have fought every xeno empire this galaxy [i]holds[/i] in my lifetime, and I will not listen to the inane ramblings of an unskilled whelp," Honoria threatened, voice [i]much[/i] more lively now, "If you do not learn to hold your tongue, you might wake one day to find it... gone. Along with other anatomy."

The chainsaw on the medicae mechadendrite whirred threateningly. Then, if lifted, Adrian was unceremoniously dropped back onto the wreckage as the enginseer's attention returned to the people who actually had some authority--the commissar and the interrogator.

"I believe that our skillsets are too specialised to split up. Certainly, my abilities would be best used at the listening post."