"Building a raft," Honoria stated, having cut out the first log already and hoisted it with two arms--leaving one to carry the chain-axe. This, at least, should deter any disapproving looks from the commissar as she carried the piece of wood to the beach and dropped it: scavenging from the pod, so long as the Ogryn was kept away from it, could not be improved by her assistance. Once the parts were retrieved, however...

Her solo assault on the next tree was interrupted by a guardsman. A brief once-over showed nothing too remarkable: some jumped-up kid that had gained a promotion and some fancy armour to go with it. Not an officer, though, and all around... dull. Just another generic member of the Imperium's forces, without even 'is a snappy dresser' to warrant any closer interest. Plus, he was obviously brain damaged in some way--asking if she was a tech-priests was like asking if the see was wet.

So she ignored him.