What do you guys think?"

"I am here to serve, ready to go when you say so."  Adrianne would say without a moment of pause, nodding to the Inquisitor. 

Adviser, guide and protector. Those were her usual roles, which she had become quite acquainted with. She had never been given a mission of her own, as she was usually sent to assist others with theirs. It was little different with the Inquisitor. Her powers changed the rules of the physical world, making possible what was previously unthinkable. She was there to provide a defense against the insidious powers of the warp, protecting against that which normal bullets and guns could not. 

From outside, the gallery did not look intimidating at all. Imposing, in its grand size and stature, but not frightening. It was hard to imagine that a place of culture and history could ever be a den of peril.

But then again, looks could be deceiving...

"If I may come with a suggestion," Adrianne would then speak, turning her attention to the group.
"You should keep me close to the front at all times. My ability of precognition will let me sense any danger or traps, but should they fail, my mastery over the immaterium can nonetheless offer us a quick exit out if necessary."

Adrianne would explain, before she turned her mask to face Stukov and nodded.

"Probably on our feet," She would add, trying to sound as sympathetic as she could through her helmet.
" ... but at least without bullet holes."

She was used to taking point. Her ability of divination made her a natural anti-ambush specialist, having the uncanny ability to foresee danger before it ever occured. And even should her ability fail or her sight be fuddled by some foul and evil sorcery, she still had her refractor field plus armor that almost assured her that she would live long enough to react even when surprised.