Whereas before the weapons was held threateningly the Krieger gently lowered it to not cause alarm but kept it just high enough to melt the knee of the mean before him should they try something. The situation needed careful reassessment, so the Krieger stood quietly in thought whilst things happened around him. He looked to the people either side of him with something akin to suspicion. They were all too enthusiastic to betray the Emperor and to fight the Holy Inquisition. They were all threats to Imperial security, and if he was the officer he'd certainly remember the proverb "always shoot a traitor before an enemy." 

He turned to the Praetorian with the same expressionless face he always had and then to the dead soldier. He gave the corpse a methodical prod on a spot that seemed sterile, before looking up once more. How many men were present? Were these lasguns the last weapons not in the hands of the enemy? What chance did they loyalists have?

It didn't matter. Ready or not, they would go forth and make their last moments glorious to kill the enemies of Emperor and Imperium.

"Yes." Draeta said. "I will join you on your endeavour, then." It took a few more moments for him to think of "However as we go on I wish you to tell us everything you can on the enemy. Their numbers and strength. Now, we must hurry into the fray." With that, he looked side to side ready to go.