Sister Helana let her gaze linger upon the medicae interrogator, clad in the stereotypical garb of such medical professionals within the Imperium before turning her gaze upon the victim’s corpse, the only evidence and lead that any of them had thus far. With her arms crossed beneath her bosom, she kept her standing place close to the other faithful that had openly professed as such through actions or words thus far. Each sidelong glance at the Arbitrator only invited a more narrowed glare with each glance, clearly displeased and unwelcoming towards the callous enforcer of Imperial Law. Between the questions asked by other members of this band of both faithful and potentially otherwise, she had nothing of consequence to add, so she chose to instead silently pray and await dismissal. Where she would go, would depend heavily on where the faithful would go.