To call it a depot would be a very, very humble way of describing the... thing, that was the bizarre storage-slash-museum-maze that they were in.

As she walked with Andromedai, she could see to every direction stacks upon stacks upon stacks of crates of every design, ranging from heavy metal cases to old, half-rotted through wooden crates that seemed as if they had been lying there for a millennia or two. The gothic structure had the shelves be divided under sections beneath arched roofs that stretched more than two hundred feet up into the air, the topmost shelves being barely visible through the gloom and dim illumination of burning chandeliers and flickering bio lights that had long since been due replacement.

[i]"If just one of these shelves fall, it'll unleash a domino effect resulting in a supply avalanche like never before seen!"[/i]

Adrianne thought to herself as she noted some ramshackle wooden plates latched onto a rusted metal stilt supporting a massive shelf filled to the brim with a dazzling array of crates and what could only seem like dust covered junk... or just dust upon dust that now looked like junk!

"My rifle should be here somewhere, a modified Spectre class sniper rifle. Ah I see, up there, section C-32A, the unnamed box with the Sister of Battle crest on it, that's what I want. Would you be so kind to retrieve it for me please?" 

"Where?"

... 

"Oh... "

Adrianne finally noticed the box that Andromedai had pointed out. One of the newer, non-corroded metal boxes sitting on its shelf some 102ft above the ground floor, dangling precarious halfway off the platform as it was wedged between a large piano and an old imperial guard container.

Her eyes scanned to the left and to the right, spotting a cranky, thin old wooden ladder to her left, and a rusted, mobile lift that seemed it had been abandoned for the last five centuries in the corner to her right.

"Yeeeaaaaahhhh... I think I'll take the easy option." Adrianne muttered, as she raised a plated glove to reach out towards the box. Suddenly, as if being brought by its own will, the box would pull itself out from the dangerous shelf - fortunately without causing any junk avalanches - before slowly but surely drifting down towards where Adrianne and Celestian Andromedai stood, gently manipulated by the psychic powers of the psyker as she guided it down.

"There you gooo,-!"

*BOOM*
*Crack-cack-bang!*
*Trata-tatatatata!*

Suddenly the distant sound of explosions and gunfire could be heard echoing through the forlorn halls of the ancient supply depot, as Adrianne momentarily lost focus on her kinetic control, causing the box to suddenly begin in a freefall 10 ft above them to slam with a heavy thud into the cold, stone floor, shooting dust up into the ground!

"Oooohh shi,-" Adrianne's face suddenly froze in an expression that could only be described as immediate regret, before she glanced up at Andromedai to point at the box.

"That, wasn't me! I mean... " She then pointed at the direction of the sound of gunfire.
"I mean, I didn't start that fight, which I didn't expect and... "

...

"Why is there fighting outside?"