Enoch returns the brisk nod toward the passing Rose; the electrical servos nestled within his armour plate grind and squeal as he elevates himself back to a standing position. His imposing 9ft frame is yet more dramatic with the application of the incredibly thick and heavy Power Armour he has adopted for this meeting. 

The sheer bulk of it rises him to at least another foot off the ground, and nearly twice as wide as any other Prelitor in the room. 

"Auxilia Optima: you remember correctly."

Enoch makes no effort to even glance at anyone else. They are not deserving of neither his words nor his look, until the Prelitor can deem them worthy of his respect.