A bit taken aback when the beefy guardsman spoke to him with a simple.

-"[color=bc8dbf]Uh, ain't me mate. Try that commissar o'er there.[/color]"

Metallus gave him a cold unblinking dead stare with those icy blue eyes, then he inspected Hadariels visage while doing a few twitches with his head.
-"Sturdy, proficient muscle density, lacking in language capabilities.... fitting for servitor duty." Metallus murmured just over his breath, when he realized the muscly guardsman probably heard him the techpriest straightened his back and closed distance with the commissar that had been pointed out to him.

-"Are you the commanding officer of this unit?" Metallus spoke as he halted a mere yard in front of him.