The world was barren and muggy, though still very much like many worlds he'd been to previously. The only differences there were the fact that millions if not billions of imperial citizens lived above or below him. Here, this city only had the foul Ork, and he was ever at the ready. If only he could get used to certain aspects of the job, like the Psyker trying to mount the Xenos vehicle, for instance. Oh well, he'd seen more insane than her, as hard as that was to believe. 

"I've set many explosives in my day," Herold said aloud as they spoke of contingency plans. He stepped forward, beside Vala and Ansgar. "I have a few grenades I can use for anti tank or personnel traps. But if the trooper has more, I'll help set them." He told them, matter of fact. It beat standing around, though if that was his orders he'd do that with just as much staunch determination as he used with all tasks.