Alexa wasn't nervous, at all. Not in the least. Sure, she was far and away the tallest individual in the Aquila, and knew she stuck out like a sore thumb, especially with a helmet on her head that many of her fellows did not yet bear, the one which [i]still[/i] hadn't had that glitch fixed with the vox modulator which made her voice seem deeper than it was, almost manly in tone, and not in the good way... but of course she wasn't [i]nervous.[/i] That'd be silly. After all, it was only an Inquisitor of all people she had been sanctioned with meeting, somebody who could declare death sentences against worlds if he or she so pleased...

But she wasn't nervous at all. Which was of course why she had been sitting with hands in lap and staring dead ahead across the Aquila's width for the flight, just over the head of the Battle-Sister opposite her, herself an exceptional example of physicality even amongst the Adepta Sororitas. Though she did seem a tad familiar... had they been involved in a mission together before? She didn't recall precisely. Perhaps just deja vu. But no, she wasn't nervous. That was an emotion one of the Emperor's Daughter's couldn't risk feeling, lest they risk their collected nature, or worse their faith. And naturally, it didn't bear mentioning twice that Alexa was beyond devoted to the God-Emperor of Mankind, above all other things, including and beyond her life and even her soul if the need presented itself.

So obviously, she wasn't nervous throughout the flight, or the landing, or the half-hour walk after Sister-Celestian Victorine through the Preceptory's hallways, past the extravagant dedications and idols laid out in His name. And she certainly wasn't nervous in any way when they finally reached the hall in which stood both Canoness-Preceptor Aubrie and the man the squadron would be guarding, introduced as Inquisitor Kliment, who in turn asked for the names of the women (and singular Ecclesiarchal Confessor, complete with ostentatious facial hair) who would be guarding him. Even so, Alexa took a moment to breath, slowly and calmly, as two others introduced themselves first, Lisbeth Dominica, and the Battle-Sister she'd sat opposite from before, Vitruvia Procyon. Finally, she stepped forward herself, just a short step, and introduced herself slowly and clearly:

'Sister Alexandra Christina, Hospitaller Advance, of the Order of the Transfixed Saint.'

Which, of course, came out as far more booming than she intended. Damn that vox. 'The honour is mine, Inquisitor,' she concluded, stepping back into line as soon as able. There. Perfectly calm. Not nervous in any way.

...she supposed the glitched modulator was good for hiding any stray emotion in her voice, at least.