Appia...Maria...did her best to look interested in the vast quantities of information that were being given to them by this aid of the Governors. It was not all that hard, in fact it had become as simple as breathing to control her facial muscles, each and every one of them, and to now keep her face in a constant state of pious thoughtfulness was as easy and unconscious as blinking. The reason she had to [b]try[/b] and look interested, as if she had never heard or seen this information before, was that she had! Everything being regurgitated to the group now she already knew, every question that they might have a question about it was likely that she also knew the answer to, the Officio Assassinorum being nothing if not thorough in the briefing of their operatives.

Things seemed to be going reasonably well thus far; she was here, she was now a part of the group, and from what she could tell she was under suspicion from at least a couple of her temporary comrades, although most of that attention was given to the more obvious elephant in the room, which came in the rather disconcerting form of their psyker. Not to say that the hulking brute known as 'Homn' was any less of an abomination, the tech-adept leading [i]it[/i] like some form of macabre hunting dog on a leash.

"Master Silverlain," spoke the Callidus agent through her mouthpiece, the voice of Maria as soft as angels taking flight, "I am but a healer, and here in just such a capacity," she smile, "but as a devout servant of the God-Emperor..." the sign of the Aquila crossed her chest, "...I am curious as to why such a rebel, such a threat to the Imperium as this 'Rolf Devran', would be allowed to live?" Her eyelids fluttered in a most innocent and ignorant way, yet not so much that it seemed over-the-top, "should he not instead be purged? His soul given the Emperor's mercy?"

It amused her inside that she really did not care as to the answer, she would do her duty and that was the end of it, but she knew that the question was one hovering like a question mark above the group. Then again, she was wondering how Sherpa would defend his masters position on allowing a man like Rolf, clearly a nusiance and an outright rebel, to remain breathing while all his underlings - as well as the misguided common folk who had taken up with him - were fair game.