The vice grip of one of Xepherial's servoarms spun once in expression of the techmarine's agitation. He questioned whether or not his sanity was broken. "So, your reasons vary, or maybe you don't have a reason. No matter. Seeing as how you just tried to kill me, and I just spared your life, I'd say we're even now." By all rights, this creature was a xeno, a witch, a danger to the crew, and highly unpredictable. He should kill it and be done, but a Lion-like sense of honor and justice ran deep within him and could not be denied. He'd be dead without this fickle creature. Killing it felt like treachery. 

"That being said, from now on, if you give me any reason to kill you, I will. So don't test me. You will not harm any more humans on this ship. Understand? Keep in mind most of them will kill you on sight, so if you'd like to live, you'd best lay very low. If I can speak with the cpatain, then maybe I can get you dropped off somewhere. *I* am going back to the Imperium."

Xepherial risked taking his eyes off the lipless ork. Surely he'd grow those back again, and then he'd probably talk... which would be unfortunate. Xeph didn't look forward to having his consciousness assaulted by some half-human butchered form of the language. He left the ork behind and began following the escaped cons toward the armory. Xepherial had heard the directions Oskar had shouted and began to walk that way. Great. Several dozen escaped criminals all free and arming themselves. The Dark Angel hoped the guard would take care of them. He didn't want to start killing people. 

Up 3 decks, Xepherial found Oskar again, now flanked by several allies.