Horacio disembarked first, looking about his new surroundings with a light "tsk-tsk-tsk" noise about him as he swayed his incense bearing rosarius, now in the form of a censer - that is until he saw the two who were about to join his company. He wiped off a bit of sweat from his forehead before he made the sign of the aquila and and examined the sister, looking all the larger when she was still towering over the person next in line, who also happened to be quite tall. Nothing in his vision changed and he shook his head side to side in hopes of clearing away deceptive thoughts and sight, and still unsatisfied took a sniff from his mug. It smelled perfectly fine (given the nature of its contents) so he looked up again in confusion, before wearily shrugging. In his many decades he had the privilege of seeing Space Marines, both in and out of combat and yet even they still were only a shred taller than the woman before him. 

Then he looked at the Crusader beside her. The chap seemed good enough, tough considering he made the sign of the aquila with a bloody storm shield on his arm. The lad would certainly be an asset, what with that pole he shouldered like a damn toy. He didn't rise to the aural challenge that the two were presenting to him, for he already had shown enough theatrics for the day. Still, the assertaion that he was the big boy on the playground (save his Lordship and the God Emperor) despite his height would have to come soon. He wasn't particularly power hungry, but if he gave a sermon people best listen.

As the Crusader spoke up he didn't reply, and instead gave a his censer a wave towards the man and the Retributor, temporarily bathing them in the sweet smell of incense smoke. The Confessor gave both a short nod of approval and awaited for those who were wiser than him to start talking.