The chimera was deathly silent as the rain of artillery around them shook the Hive and made their ears ring. The crimson clad woman inside the vehicle with them made everyone uncomfortable. Partly of it was the large Inquisitorial seal stamped across her right pauldron. The rest, however, was just a feeling they all got. Like something she was something unnatural, even more terrifying than the daemons on the other side of the line. A helmet covered her face, masking whatever expression she had. Really, she was smiling beneath her mask. It was always amusing to her, to watch others squirm and shift away from her. Penal Legionnaires, they hadn't done that. They'd accepted the feeling of being around her during training. The 808 hadn't cared much either, mostly because she was basically a saint to them.

Exiting the chimera, the red woman turned her head slightly to look back at them, and said, "You guys are fucked." Then she was off, leisurely walking towards the bunker. The chimera drove off without a moment's hesitation, and Anna went inside the network of tunnels and bunkers. PDF attempted to avoid her in the cramped hallways. From somewhere down the hall, there was a loud [i]caw![/i] and seconds later a robotic raven appeared, flying down the way towards her. After a brief moment where the woman muttered some things to it and listened to a few recordings, she let it loose once more and followed the bird towards where the rest of the team was probably waiting on her, like they usually did. Anna wasn't exactly known for her respect of authority or promptness, and so was usually a few minutes late. She did it just to piss off the rest of the retinue.

With no time to spare, the door burst open to allow her in, a few minutes after the Confessor. The strong psychic presence in the room immediately died as she strolled on it, still seeming in no hurry, even as she knew that one of those assassins that were always around were probably staring hatefully enough to please Khorne for decades. She removed her helmet, revealing a face that would be pretty, if not for the cold grey eyes and the brazen Aqulia tattoo that covered her cheek and part of her eye. As the raven perched on her shoulder and her hand rested on the pommel of her sword, she grinned at the Inquisitor and gave a mock bow. "Sorry for my tardiness once more, my Lord," she said, the sarcasm practically dripping from her voice. Even the title seemed to mock him, as she knew full well that he wasn't a Lord Inquisitor yet. She righted herself, and leaned against the other side of the door, opposite the soldier. Not another word was spoken, but the look on her face showed just how pleased she was with herself. A noise that one could swear was a snicker came from the bird on her shoulder.