Turuk was sat completely motionless, and even less comfortably. It was standard procedure by now whenever he was forced into such a small space. His natural, ingrained, Ogryn claustrophobia had made the whole Chimera journey a rather horrid experience in general, though it went the same for many vehicles that weren't open-topped. The only reason he was in still IN the vehicle was due to the earlier coercing by both his comrade and the local Commissar that had been seemingly attached to the squad, no doubt to keep things in line given the, mixed nature of the current group in the transport.. No amount of primal fear was ever going eclipse that of the Commissiarat and their agents. Though barely stirring when the chimera hit a small bump, he managed a half mumbled "How long to place?" He asked, his tone retaining the normal brutish and primitive speech patterns common among his abhuman kind. 

His comrade, a burly looking man by the simplistic name of Tuur, sat alongside him. Turr looked much like a diminutive version of Turuk, though with markedly more human features and with drastically less bulk to him though he could still probably pass for a smaller Ogryn, nonetheless. With a voice thick with saliva, and all the nuances that being brought up on a feral world bring, he managed a brief, "Not long now, probably, travelling for a long time now." It was in a notably more simplistic tone than even a feral worlder would normally have, though probably made clearer for the simple mind of his larger brother in arms. 

Giving a, toothy (for his teeth seem to have been filled to points) smile he looked about himself to the others in the Chimera. Tuur didn't go much on them, all of them looked like the sort of hard asses that got 'good' men like him shot...or the type that'd shoot him personally. His disgust was somewhat plain, and made all the more evident by the..not so subtle facial expressions he was making. "Say, ah, uh. So. I'll be supposin' we should all be talkin'? Or som'at? Ain't neva sen a buncha guardsmen so quiet in me 'ole life! Guessin' it's more about us knowin' wot we're all goin'a do when the bullets start up, eh?" Those around could likely tell by his tone that the language didn't seem to come quite as quickly to him, though it was a gesture at the least.

Having heard some talking among his fellows, Turuk finally roused from the nap he was taking. Quite the achieve considering the earlier cries of "But it dark in dere!" Though now roused, he scanned about the Chimera to ensure not only Tuur was alive, but also the local commissar. Turuk gave a respectful nod to the man, before looking about the others. He didn't much go off of their looks alone, everyone here was armed to the teeth and looked ready for war, as such he would wait, to determine their personalities.