A humming noise escaped the Confessor as he rapped on the ground a few times with his power-maul; it was an old melody to some marching song of days yore, probably nobody but the Inquisitor would have heard of it and even then, unlikely. The Confessor glanced around, surveying the Sisters before him.

First there was Vitruvia. An... odd young lass, not necessarily quiet nor loud, simply devout and careful. However she seemed just a little too earnest in her torture of the prisoner, and that might very well be a detriment. Next of course, was Lisbeth. Was she righteous, or self-righteous? Zealous or insane? For a delicate matter as his it could completely destroy his attempts to work subtly. However, if he was to really stir up righteousness she could lead by example... then of course there was the last option, Alexa. Perhaps the most reserved and boring in his opinion, although this was in no means a disadvantage since an interesting Sister of Battle had to be viewed from a blast-shield. 

After much pondering he pointed a finger to Vitruvia, and then waved a hand in general. "Her, and whoever else can be spared." this was said to generally indicate that he viewed that particular a margin above a certain other Sister for which he had disdain. "Now Lord, just as you we should depart, as quickly as possible. You know best of all I am sure, that there is no time to waste."