Alas, it seemed a full investigation would need to wait. Still, Alexa understood the need for subtlety in that regard, and so nodded to the Inquisitor's statements about the governor and his family, smiling beneath her helmet at the intimation that they'd all be investigated in time. With little else to say, she didn't say anything else, waiting until the lander touched down and the Inquisitor strode out to follow in his footsteps. The smog was thick, even at this high altitude, and it would rather limit her vision as much as everybody else's were it not for the Sabbat-pattern helmet upon her head; however, its full-spectrum filtering and psycho-ocular buffering kicked in within moments, giving her a much clearer view of the field that was partially digitized and partially psychomatic in nature.

And this, in turn, gave her somewhat of a heads-up on what was about to happen. She sighted the figure moving through the haze shortly after Kliment himself, but far from waiting, she took immediate precaution and drew her bolt pistol from its holster, silently flicking the safety through to three-shot mode, listening and ready to react the moment combat presented itself. And present itself it did, not half a second after the sound of an autogun's bolt being drawn back and released, autogun rounds pinging off her charge's armour even as he knelt to ready and fire his weapon. Alexa herself, naturally, moved to a position that would help defend the Inquisitor without blocking his own aim, sending out three triple-bursts of bolt pistol fire at their unseen foes to try and pin them before moving behind the piston arm herself - though the bolts of such a weapon were not the almighty projectiles of the Space Marines, they were still explosive and highly dangerous, and even a glancing hit from one round would readily be fatal to any unarmoured human being. Whether or not these foes were in fact unarmoured, she couldn't tell, though it hardly mattered either way.

Still, that alone may not shift them into an area where her Sisters could pick them off, no matter how many of her more combat-oriented fellows poured out of the lander at Kliment's behest. That said, Alexa replaced her bolt pistol in its sheath and grabbed a frag grenade from her belt, pulling the ring on it with her other hand, then moved out of cover for just long enough to hurl it out towards the landing platform with a loud grunt of effort before redrawing and reloading her weapon. With any luck, it'd get behind a piece of cover, at worst forcing those behind it into the open, and at best blasting them into the Emperor's sight to be judged by Him for their heresy, for there was surely no way this attack could not have been pre-planned, and certainly not without knowledge of who they'd be facing off against. Subtlety be damned, she'd be having words with the governor over this affront, as sure as the Emperor was good.