Overhearing the conversation while she attempted to stay mostly out of sight and provide overwatch for the group. Praetia was not the face of the group, she was not the talker, she was here to stay alive and keep the others alive. What she heard made her wonder just how alive she could keep everyone. The thought of archeotech weaponry did entice her and elicited her to lick her lips at the idea of the kind of equipment she could salvage. It would be dangerous though and she did not like it, did not like it one bit. You could not trust a rogue trader and a former one seemed even worse. 

As they headed out Praetia placed herself at the rear guard not liking the people they had left behind and constantly keeping her lasrifle up and scanning. When a section of wall collapsed she dropped behind cover in a kneeling position and brought her rifle to bear on the new gap, immediately spotting and tracking the new individual with her rifle. The new person was better armed it looked like than most hivers down this far. It could be from the crew but she was unsure since it seemed unlikely as they were not yet close enough to the ship. 

Any chance of further though was interrupted by the sister of battle who promptly bellowed out a challenge. As she mentioned skulking Praetia slid down further more into the depths of darkness to better obscure her so that when firng started most people would be sure to aim for the sister who was an easy obvious target instead of her hiding down in the shadows behind cover.