Ansgar was quietly grateful for the briefing to start proper, after all, that reduced the amount of time the psykers would be actively bickering and scheming against each other. These things, of course, being things he would not lightly be indulging in. They were expecting another retinue member, one to be joining them at the Sister HQ, and beyond that, they would be deploying straight into the Cultist suspected held areas. Good, he was worried they would be spending too much time mingling and having to rub shoulders with the nobility. Not strong suits of his, that much was certain. Being restricted to the building was hardly of concern to the Krieger, having lived durations in bunkers and trenches that, if one tried to venture out of would have led to expedited death, so the worst of his concerns was the fact that, well, he would likely be trapped here with the others of the retinue. What was curious was the specific lack of questioning for the next three hours. Either receiving communications that were not to be overheard, or something truly beyond them. Regardless, these were wishes he would respect.

Once the Inquisitor departed, normally, Ansgar would have retired to his quarters for the regular maintenance that he felt was necessary for his hellgun. However, Sister Andromedai spoke about being in charge, which yes, that was a nice reiteration of what the Inquisitor stated, and about running errands out in town coupled by a late dinner. [color=598527]"I'll leave that offer to those better suited to civilities in the town. Best to have someone keeping watch here."[/color] Besides that, dinner would require removal of his mask, and that was hardly something he had interest in doing right now, in the presence of the others at any rate. Saved him answering questions, really, besides, he hardly put any trust in the majority of this group yet. After all, barring the Sister, he had seen nothing more than infighting and petty, casual use of the warp that invited the kind of chaos and trouble that had no doubt doomed the worlds he had waged wars across already.

What interrupted his train of thought was the pounding on the door, an attempt to be intimidating no doubt, and of course the trooper's first response was to level his weapon at the door, the hum of the weapon charging and coming off its safe state making it clear to the group that the Krieger was expecting trouble. Then again, it was a rare thing indeed for a native of Krieg to [i]not[/i] be expecting trouble, so that should hardly be surprising. With the Krieger facing the door, weapon charged, he was once more unmoving, waiting for orders. After all, opening the door could, technically, be considered a violation of the direction that the Inquisitor gave, if one was to be overly technical. [color=598527]"Anyone make a requisition delivery request while no one was looking, or is otherwise expecting company?"[/color]