Scintilla... Its outward appearance was rather regal, or at least from the exosphere it did. Quite honestly, Syla was intimidated by the spires of cathedrals and similar massive constructs. It wasn't until the Imperial Naval ship landed upon the Hiveworld, that Syla was truly relieved. This was an environment she was more than used to. The hustling and bustling of overpopulating crowds rummaging in every direction across the planet's innumerable layers... It was just like her home. Perhaps the inhabitants would even pay her more respect than they would afford a mere passerby all thanks to the ornate red robes that covered her. Then again, these thoughts could have stemmed from the fact that life on Mars created all the standard normalities of life for Syla. Rarely had she ever gotten the chance to explore the planets on which her Armada Imperialis fleet would land. There wasn't enough time, not with all the tasks they dumped upon the low ranking Machine Cultists. 

All of these factors were the best explanation Syla could muster for immediately veering away from her task with the Inquisition and exploring the area around her final destination. Her curiosity bested all else when she wasn't being closely watched. Her free spirit was a bit of an outstanding trait among her kind. Though, spending most of one's life away from the Adeptus Mechanicus, instead accompanying the Imperial Army all over the place made one a bit of an oddball cultist. The outliers were always the ones the Inquistion chose anyways. [i]Oh right... She had to be there... now.[/i] The Enginseer made haste towards her destination. Raised upon a Hiveworld, Syla knew the general ins and outs of getting around, so traversing Scintilla was no different. 

Syla's steps were heavy as she hurried around corners and through crowds to the meeting point. Carrying so much equipment was hard enough, but the Adeptus Mechanicus were never renowned for being quiet. After all too many twists and turns, Syla found herself halting rapidly in a particular service shaft. Before her stood a very unique looking crowd. It appeared she was the last to arrive... [i]Which was unfortunately all too common,[/i] but the interesting sights didn't stop there. With one man collapsed on the ground, a servitor, and two nearby onlookers, Syla didn't hesitate to step up to the group. With a quick wave of her hand, the woman spoke up.

	[color=red]"Ah, it appears this is the right place. Did we lose someone already?"[/color] There is a certain joking tone to her voice, rather uncommon amongst a growing population of monotone and boring Adeptus Mechanicus.