Any biting remark Deimos would have made at Rand's pointed comment towards her gender was cut off when bullets suddenly started flying towards some unseen enemy, and Ran ran off with a claim that his blade hungered. It was all very, spontanious and rather reckless.
"Am I the only sane one here?" She asked herself, engaging her suit's Enhnaced Target Finder to try and give her a more accurate picture of what she was meant to be shooting at. The idea of dumping rounds into the darkness was not appealing, considering there wouldn't be much of a chance to resupply the - while large - ammo for her weapons. That said, the trigger of her Autocannon was primed, and the moment she saw something, it would get a very large Lead Sandwich. It also seemed that the Chaplain had some sense, since he berrated the Legionare for his rash attack, which Deimos could really get behind. She liked things to be precise, and planned out, rather than charging in like some Khornette.