Deimos smiled softly behind her helmet as one of her brothers seemed aggitated by the drop pod.
"Ohh, someone might think a little drop-pod scared you. What are you going to do if we find something nasty in here? Like, a horde of Nobs, or even, Emperor Forbid, some some Traitor Marines" She teased, still watching for any movement, but ribbing her Brother all the same. "And, really, I doubt they would send milk-sops fresh from initiation onto a Space Hulk in Terminator armour unless they had taken leave of their senses so much that the Lord of Change couldn't predict their next move". Her smile was erased when the Legionare spoke, in a rather jarring and unnerving voice. He warranted no reply, but Deimos' gaze stayed on him. He could snap at any moment, and become a threat to everyone, even more so in that armour, even she would take a while to get through it.