"My sincere-" began Kurt with an exaggerated bow upon being chastised by the other Ultramarine, until he saw that the harbinger was making a retort. He straightened out, putting the apology he was about to make into the depths of his head and sticking out his chin with his eyebrows creasing. [i]What a piece of grox excrement[/i] he thought, running his tongue along his teeth. He'd have to exercise caution around this one too, just another nuisance that was clearly below him. So far he had a clear pecking order established in his head: himself, Brother Cylaris, most Astartes and humans aboard, then the Blood Angels and successors, the dirt and grime, and [u]finally[/u] the Harbinger. 

He walked quietly alongside Brother Cylaris, hands folded behind his back. "Do you know when we will see action? Not to speak ill of your supervision, but I desire some independence." Kurt stated, rubbing his hands idly. "And if I am not asking out of line, is the armoury prepared for a Scout Marine? Most tend to cater to more traditionally equipped Astartes. If not, I shan't complain. While simple, the bolter and it's pistol variant is also exceptionally effective if used properly." he said, selling himself off as humble yet inquiring because he actually wasn't.