Ramona had seen a lot of things-- gang wars that raged across entire hab blocks, the blazing brilliance of a voidship's ordnance streaking through the deep black, the walls of that same voidship bleeding horrors as its Geller Field began to fail-- but this? Two space marines giving their all against one another, strike and parry and riposte nearly faster than the eye could track and close enough to practically reach out and touch? Well, that was something else entirely. It was a primal feeling, a humbling one, like watching a storm and hoping it didn't turn in your direction.

She took a deep breath, her blade slipping away again. ZBD_ZEN descending to greet her was a welcome diversion. Cogs she could deal with. 

"Given the state of things, I feel it's more mutual assistance." She turned away from the clash of transhuman might, bowing respectfully to the electro-priest. As she straightened, she took a moment to regard the woman; frustratingly hard to read thanks to the mask, but even a synthesized voice had tells. "... Your student is implicated in some very dangerous matters concerning the Archmagos. In the interest of continued relations between my Lord and the Factory-Cathedral, I'm here t'sort truth from lies. For all our sakes."

She looked towards the ongoing duel, letting the statement hang in the air for a moment. With prosperity finally coming to Houndclaw again, the last thing the sector needed was a major manufacturing hub to descend into disarray.

"Can you testify to their whereabouts? As far back as possible, and ideally with some kind've proof."