"Oh Dear." was all the Horacio provided as he covered his own eyes, and grunted at the sound of the eyes melting. It was nasty business, only the toughest of guts could deny that. As he removed his hands from his face, he stared at the dead governor and made clicking noises whilst shaking his head. "Knew it. This is where your poly-ticks gets you, Lord. I've always said nobility of all sorts have rights given them that are far too lax; not to mention Inquisitors these days are fearful chaps, not willing to uphold global Imperial laws over local demands. Heed my word Lord, more door kicking and less chit-chat. We've had an impostor among us the whole time!"

He was however, quite astonished at the sudden turn of events. The Confessor, perhaps by being more dimwitted or simply simple had presumed the remaining Guardsmen to be loyal. After all, would not all the heretics be an ooze by now? However, a train of thought perhaps quite similar to that of the Inquisitor arrived in his head. "Someone around here is not wholly honest with us, are they...." he said. He knew better infiltrators would not have any markings of chaos, just subtle adoration for it's evil. Yes, his abilities could come in... useful. 

He bit his lip thoughtfully, and then looked to either of his sides at the comrades he was amongst. "Lord... a little more diplomacy could be of use. They outnumber us by a considerable margin and even the most loyal of men could find their loyalties turned when detained by a not so friendly looking Inquisitor, his sadistic Sororitas and a portly, noble and unsympathetic looking Confessor. "Please, the Emperor wills it." he said, trying to use religious influence over the man.