Slowly gliding up to the girl and grabbing her face and pinching it still as the green light in his glass eyepiece did something so close to a squint that to many it would be unnerving considering he lacked any form of eyelid. The light coming from his chest licked at her form, knowing from other research subjects that it offered only a cold chill opposed to the warmth of regular coal he would have grinned if at all possible. 

While the accent was proper, she had no power armor designating her a Warcaster of Cygnar, nor did the magic emanating from her make any sense. It was almost Khador magic in nature but, it had no magic circle sequence to it. Something unheard of in Immoren let alone Cygnar. "No I suppose not, and any Khador Soldier even a spy would rather be dead then butcher the enunciation as you have." He simply let her go after that, suddenly uninterested in the events that have been transpiring only taking head when the words 'idiotic slackers' was used. "Girl I have ignored your insolence to the point of obliviousness, to state the difference in our intellect would be like trying to compare the vastness of the ocean to the accident you most likely still leave in bed."

As the other arrivals appeared and woke up he sighed at the flaming girl "Menites, How I despise Menites. No you are off as well must everyone here be such an eyesore without having anything useful to explain this . . . Sudden change in scenery." The smell of dark magics however lightened his mood, at least he would not be the only crusader of Toruk. Turning to face the aura led to a darker mood then previous. The lack of power armor and the lack of metal mixed with flesh was more then enough to tell him this one was yet another disapointment.