The sister's behavior seemed to continue to confuse Adrianne, what with the sister appearing to switch between pie-baking housemother type for one moment, and then suddenly to a overly entitled bigot in the next.

At Aviza's comment about maintaining appearance, Adrianne would not give her a verbal reply; instead merely shaking her helmet disappointingly at the sister in her seat before she was about to enter the truck, only to be cut off by Ben as the man raced to ride shotgun in the front seat with Bravo before she could even reach for the doorhandle!

Despite the lesser drama in the parking lot as they exited the building, the rest of the ride went smoothly. Adrianne, having had to find one of the back seats, kept quiet for most of the ride until they arrived at the district with the burning brothel.

Stepping out of the truck and onto the street was almost like stepping into another world entirely, one that of chaos and disorder. There was currently a large pushing match going on between the local arbites and the mob, alongside random shots and rocks coming from the crowd, only to be returned by various fire from the arbites, including everything from water hoses and riot pellets to powerful shotgun blasts! She could see some of the members of the mob drag away some of their bleeding, wounded and unconscious comrades from the makeshift frontline between the arbites and mob as the fighting continued to rage on! 

The air was filled with shouts, shots, banging and the sound of crashing glass, as well as the crackling of fire as the brothel fire threatened to spread to the rest of the buildings and had already consumed a small surrounding garden.

[i]"And here I thought riots were only for hive planets." [/i]

Adrianne thought to herself as she held her staff up next to her, her servo-skull hovering out of the back of the truck to float next to her as she gazed out across the chaos in front of them. 

Ben had wasted no time in unleashing blasts against suspected gunmen in the crowd. Adrianne choose to watch him for a moment, before shifting her gaze to the amorpheous crowd which seemed to shift back and forth in the street. It would truly be impossible to detect a lone handgun in the crowd before it was pointed directly at you, as in all the chaos and flames it was almost impossible to distinguish a small pipe from a thin handgun or submachinegun. 

Most of the rioting citizens seemed to be too focused on the main line of arbites to really notice them by the truck. Yet Adrianne would detect a group of four individuals drawing precariously close to their position.

Two of them carried lead pipes and rods, another a molotov cocktail whilst the fourth was an unarmed woman. Although they approached at a slow pace and she could see no real weapons on them, Adrianne decided to raise her hand up in front of her, before flicking it to the side. With that single motion, an invisible wave of force would suddenly grab the four dissidents, and throw them through the air and back into the crowd with a series of surprised and scared shrieks!

"It appears the mob is blocking our path to the brothel." Adrianne would note as Zhevon stepped out of the armored truck behind her, the Psyker motioning towards the shifting sea of rioters across the streets between them and the burning brothel.

"Waiting on the local arbites to solve this is out of the question. By the time they will have culled the mob, there'll be nothing left of the building but burning cinder and ash. If we're going to get there in time to find anything whatsoever before the fire claims it, we'll have to either fight our way through the crowd or find an alternate route." 

Adrianne would speak through her helmet to the rest of the group which was still at the truck. 

Gazing out across the riot in the street before them, Adrianne would let out a sigh. She was an advisor and protector, and did not have any real experience with any law enforcement unit. Though her experience might be limited, she knew enough that crowds generally had two ways of reacting to violence, depending on their level of zealousness. Either they would get scared and scatter at the first sign of bloody struggle, or it would embolden the crowd and spin them into an enraged frenzy!

Either way, a direct approach would include a bit of gamble.

Yet the thought of attacking the crowd left her at unease. Wasn't their very purpose on this planet to protect these people? To attack the very people they were here to protect from daemonic intent or corruption seemed almost bizarre to the psyker.