'Sister, are you alright?' the Inquisitor asked, apparently concerned for his allies' well-being even as he destroyed those who would destroy the Imperium, merciful even in his mercilessness. Truly a stellar example of humanity's finest.

'Merely a flesh wound, Inquisitor,' Alexa replied smoothly, or rather as smoothly as her helm's defective vox would allow. 'My faith remains as steadfast as ever.' And what more needed saying than that, other than the order to follow on after him? And follow she did, her pistol screaming hatred for and carving redemption into the Imperium's foes even as her sisters about her sang their praises to the Emperor's holy visage. Sing along Alexa did not, for her praises were sung in her mind; the Emperor would hear her, and that was as much as she needed when all else could be said in the form of combat.

And truly, their prayers were heard, for the foes before them fell with the certainty of a planet orbiting its star, those who surrendered being gunned down by the Inquisitor as surely as any other. Though Alexandra might have considered their surrender differently, she was nonetheless in no position to question the man who commanded their squadron; nor, alas, was she prepared for Inquisitor Kliment to suddenly sprint off into the complex, hammering two enemy soldiers unconscious in the process. These ones she could take as prisoners, it seemed - it was a simple matter of destroying their weapons, both the installations they'd been firing from and those on hand, and ordering that they head to a corner and stay put for the remainder of combat once they were revived. Both would need medical treatment for whatever concussions they'd suffered, given the possibility for far more lethal ailments stemming from that, but otherwise, they'd make for good subjects of interrogation.

In due course, the same story echoed around the whole installation. The foes of the Emperor either lay dead and dying, or else had fallen in line, ready to be taken away and interrogated in His name. All that was left was for the Inquisitor to emerge - and with a single prisoner at his side, he reappeared at roughly the same moment as the arrival of Sister Vitruvia, a small army of conscripts and Battle-Sisters in tow, and yet an army that was unneeded for the events that had passed in that place. Nonetheless, with her duty nearly done, Alexandra greeted the arriving Sororitas - and the Confessor Horacio, if he was present too - with but a wave of her hand, feeling no need to talk to her openly at the present time. Likewise, she met the Inquisitor's return with the same gesture, ready to receive and execute his orders as soon as they were issued.