When Commissar Kreel had arrived to the transport he had made quite a ruckus - nothing unfitting for his rank, but more the heavy steps of his boots and occasionally pausing to take a better grip from the handle of a large case just made it clear that he was not in any way a sneaky individual. His sheathed sword was slung quite casually over his left shoulder and seemed to weigh quite heavily on him. Instead of properly saluting Davian just politely tipped his hat to those who were already present in the transport before taking a seat and more or less staring at the floor for the whole flight - though he had been just fine on the larger ship travelling in the small transport seemed to make him ever so slightly uneasy.

When the ship had landed the Commissar had taken his rather cumbersome equipment and followed after the others. His mechanical hand gripped tightly on the handle of the large case as he took a quick glance around. Davian had seen many worlds, some whilst leading a detachment of guardsmen, others while working with the Inquisitor - and this world did not seem that different from the rest. He mumbled a silent prayer to the God Emperor that there would not turn out to be a Necron tomb under the planet's surface. His attention turned momentarily to the Kasrkin who had addressed the Inquisitor, Davian thought that the man's attitude would have gotten him killed if he had been in any other company that this, but there was just something about the brashness of this Kasrkin Silver that amused Kreel.