Lakon sighed with relief when the chaplain assured them that the horrors they would face were truly nightmarish and possibly insurmountable. He kept his exhalation silent, but the way the stress seemed to drain from hos body along with his breath was noticeable to anyone paying attention. He didn't much care what the others thought of him, as long as the skull-helmed warrior in front of them was telling the truth. He disagreed, however, with the Blood Angel's statement that declared them unready for such things. The Astartes had never been more ready for anything in his life. He supposed the intent of the wording was true, however, he certainly had no combat experience against anything truly threatening to the health or well-being of the Emperor's finest.

He lost his train of thought when they were welcomed to the Watch-Fortress, and the chaplain bid them follow him to what was hopefully their chambers. The marine was eager to find what arms and armour had been provided to him, and to begin tinkering, if only to have something to do. Unfortunately, however, their destination turned out to be a dining hall, and not their rooms. The super-human decided that there was nothing wrong with this outcome either, however, as he could certainly use a meal or six. Lakon was very deliberately the last one into the room, however, and he darted swiftly after the chaplain as the power-armoured officer slipped out of the room like he was a ghost. Calculating the echo of the hallway, he spoke loud enough to be heard, but only just. 

"Apologies, for my earlier disrespect, Chaplain. I strive to balance my humours." he offered in the same curt, heavily enunciated tone. He expected no response, however, seeing as how he was talking to the man's back, and was back in the refectory just as quickly as he'd departed. "Torik." he spoke the man's name like a demand, "I'll eat whatever's convenient. Bring as much as you can carry, I'm sure the others are hungry too." having survived on a very questionable diet for a length of time he wasn't entirely sure about, actual food sounded quite appealing to the warrior. And eating was a good way to keep everyone quiet, which meant that Haakon would have less time to ask inappropriate questions.