Huddled in the loud Valkyire, as if reducing her profile would make the monsterious thing any quieter, Elouviana tended to her Long-Las, giving it last minute checks before it would be put to use against the Heretics and Mutants of the Hive World. Every man was a stranger to her, and that was fine, cohesion did not rely on being all intimate and buddy-buddy, it relied on obeying your Commisar or Sargent and doing your job. And, in cases of sharpshooters like her, taking potshots when you could get away with it. To that end she would have preferred a solid slug Sniper Rifle, a Long-Las gave away the position on the first shot.

However, one man did not think so, and spoke strangely, in Gothic, but using the wrong kind of words for Eida to be able to understand him properly. She got the gist of it, that he wanted to be friends, but it was so strange. Another picked up his call, and spoke much better. Elou sighed and put her weapon away, not wanting to be ostrisized if they were making the rounds of saying hi and such.
"Elouviana, Asguardian Rangers. I'll be at your backs, covering respective asses, and making sure their marksmen don't ventilate your brains" she wasn't great at being a people person, and said what she was thinking, which was never good because she rarely thought positive.