Elou took vanguard as the squad moved out. Any bit of elevation that crossed her path was scaled, and the surrounding area scoped out with her Long-Las, seeking any foe to put a Las-round through their head. The Commisar, whom was gaining disdain with every passing moment, was shouting, or something. She never really listened to them unless they had sound tactical advice, and this one, apparently, did not. At one time, they stopped for a few moments for whatever reason, so she restructured her bandolier, making sure the Krak Grenandes were at the forefront, and the clips at the back. She needed to make sure that the 'nades were easy to get to if she needed to blow a hole in any sort of fortification, gate, or bunker door. Krak Grenades were great little keys for that.

Nothing happened, however, and they arrived at a small garrison of guardsmen, doing what most guardsmen did, and standing around looking gormless. One of the men, larger, bolder, and generally unshaven. He barked at them about not being informed about their arrival or presence, and then asked why why weren't following orders. Elou couldn't hold her tongue, and so looked the sargent square in the eye. Keeping Elouviana's gaze would be slightly nausiating, as her cloak made it hard to judge her actual distance. 
"If you are not informed of other patrols in the area then why do you presume to know our orders? We are following them, so you can go off and do whatever it is that Ogryn half-breeds like yourself get up to" She replied, smiling with a strangely manic tint to it. She caught the eye of the man with the flamer, but then something else came about. Like walking down a narrow alley way at night. Nothing actually behind you, but the feeling that something was following behind. There were no alleyways now, but it was a similar feeling, so she skulked away to find some elevated position, for a better view.