Sten sighed louder than he intended when the Interrogator put on her limiter. Sten disliked her presence. When she was around, the chorus of quiet voices in his head grew silent. As much as he disliked 'hearing' the warp in such a way, he had grown to rely upon their whispers of things to come. Remaining silent, he beheld the other members of the Inquisitor's Warband. 

Sten could sense the assassins' desires to kill long before he saw them. They seemed like tightly wound springs, waiting patiently and alertly until they could be unleashed. The sisters seemed to possess some spark of talent with the warp, though he knew not where their talents lied, and so did not probe too closely. The magos seemed like most techpriests, lost in his own world most of the time, but Sten did sense something that set himself apart from the others, though he did investigate further, out of courtesy to his teammates. The ecclesiarch was looking at him, and Sten met his gaze, only to have it broken promptly. Sten sensed a faint amount of disgust directed towards Psykers from him. Sten found this hurt more than it should. He wasn't proud of his psyker gifts, nor with what he'd done, but he was doing the best he could with the hand he'd been dealt. All he had left was to do the most good he could before he died, since 'only in death does duty end.'