Deimos sighed as the two bickered around her, like children. It was grating on her nerves, and she would not want to be here if she didn't have an important mission. But, just as she was about to bring up their level of maturity, three doors where suddenly present, each wih it's own scent. And, the three scents, or rather the lack of a fourth, caused Deimos to scoff softly and mutter under her breath.

"Well, Nurgle is all dirt and plague, which shouldn't be a problem with our sealed evorioment suits. Slannessh who play with your joysticks and make you forget all about....everything. And Khorne is a bit of a loon, so they might be more than the agreeable level of insane. I'm sure [i]the Chaplain[/i] can protect us from any sort of evil buggerations down that door" There was, proving she wasn't totally above them, a slightly prodding tone to her words, but still, she simply watched, not doing anything yet.