The pious words of the Medicus provided Saul with some small comfort. That he was not adrift, alone in a sea of damned souls was enough of a spark of hope to keep the holy fire that burned within him ablaze. He offered his hand out in blessing to the Doctor, Tekart, to show recognition to the faithful. The tech-priest seemed relatively easily distracted, and Saul knew that any attempt to admonish or proselytize to her would be completely in vain, and picking one's battles was an important part of the works of the Ecclesiarchy. One more glance, heavy with scorn, was thrown towards the tainted psyker as a show of intimidation, to let him know that even if he was 'sanctioned', there would be no hesitation on Saul's part to put him down if he were to act out.

Saul cleared his throat, preparing a tirade of sorts to stir those as of yet unsure of their place in the task at hand to loyal service, and began speaking much louder than he had been praying. [color=fff200]"Servants of the God-Emperor. I am Confessor Saul Quintus, and like you, I was brought here with a purpose. You are gathered here today to provide the greatest of services to the Throne that you ever have, and likely ever will. Some of you are heretical deviants. Some are foul, warp-touched witches. Some of you may be beyond the pale of the Emperor's mercy, but this does not mean your devotion to him in these times ahead will be without cause. So steel your resolves, and take heart in His word, for you have been chosen to aid the greatest of Imperial agencies: The Holy Inquisition."[/color]

His short speech concluded and the elevator boarded, Saul would wait no longer. He had come here to serve the will of the God-Emperor, and so it would be done. He pushed past the foul tech-priest and the idle servitor, and slammed his fist against the Elevator button. They'd be moving in short order, off to do the work of the Holy Ordos.