Syla was all too unfamiliar with any variety of psychic phenomenon, and that ignorance most definitely branched out to the subject of any anti-psyker measures. Curriculum Mars focused on different types intelligence... Perhaps [i]every other[/i] type of intelligence. This made the whole scenario that surrounded her a bit awkward. As the soldier started to hurry off a few paces from the group, Syla's eyes flicked to follow after. As he called out towards the rest of the group, Syla looked back towards the stirring young boy. With his accusations towards the soldier, promptly followed by a question to his identity, Syla was left thoroughly confused, commenting only a single thing during her spectating. [color=red]"You sure are an interesting cast of characters..."[/color]

As the 'soulless man' retorted by accusing the young boy of being a witch... Well a 'Psyker', he said, but to Syla it was all the same. Though, this was the first time she'd ever experienced any sort of Psyker, and she was most definitely intrigued by the subject. The demonstration before her left her with a rather underwhelming impression, however. Then again, Syla had not seen the boy's abilities- only his inabilities, though he did admit to being trained, which Syla could only interpret as being sanctioned by the Emperor. As the two newfound enemies conversed with each other, Syla spared the medic a look that sported the confusion she felt internally before. It was then that the Psyker revealed his intentions for being on Scintilla, and Syla perked up.

[color=red]"Oh? It seems you and I may be crew-mates, my friend!"[/color] Syla would afford the Psyker a swift wave, though she would remain unmoving. It appeared that she didn't notice the boy's request for help earlier. Then again, the Adeptus Mechanicus were never very courteous or charismatic individuals.[color=red]"Seeking the Inquisition per chance?"[/color] While still speaking with conversational partner, Syla starts walking towards the Servitor, her gaze tracing its form. The Servitors were basic machines afforded no sympathy in the Machine Cult. All too common on Mars, they kept the factories going just as much as human labor. That didn't stop Syla from being entirely distracted from the group as she examined the human-like machine, as if forgetting she was in conversation at all.