Viber's words seemingly had the same weight upon the martian priest as throwing eggs on a leman russ battle tank. If it was because of not caring or actually not understanding was up to anyone to guess.

-"I see, regardless, i have decided that your unit is in need of a mechanicum priest to properly guide the machine spirits of your squad along the righteous path of warfare. Therefore i hereby attach myself as that operator to this squad. I shall work as an advisor and perform any orders as i see fit while i provide my expertize to your men so they don't mistreat their weapons too much." Metallus informed with his classical monotone voice which seemed to accentuate the wrong words often.
As he said the last part he looked with a sad gait upon the ogryn with his ripper gun.