Vala had just finished cleaning focusing lenses on the heavy las sniper when she spotted the psyker appear. Vala looked indifferent, but was frowning on the inside for a moment, before the frankly abnormal woman gave her a nod. The former mercenary returned a nod moments later as she could at least return the same courtesy[color=f7941d]." Psyker..."[/color] She added in the same way the other woman spoke to her. She was really wondering exactly what the genetic makeup of that woman was, she exceeded average height by a lot. Like stupid lot, it was an abnormality honestly. It was either a genetic random quirk or it was artificially induced and with the woman being a psyker it was hard to say which was the case. Never the less as long as she didn't suffer a case of psyker schenanigans and kill half their team for random reason of losing control of herself, she was fine enough. Albeit a lil annoying at times.

 Finally after that came the Kreigsman. Now that was someone Vala understood even less that the psyker. It wasn't the way he looked or acted that she didn't understand. What she had trouble figuring was why he was here. Like what manner of situation led him from dying in teh trenches with a gasmask on, to entering the service of the inquisition. There was surely a story there and she really wanted to know it, but it was clear he wasn't fancying being firnds with her. Since that was the case, she was keeping all the best stuff to herself... in other words all the good booze she bought/requisitioned/other activities to gain alcohol. She also knew how to quick make a moonshine stills.

 As their leader led them into the ship, Vala studied it's exterior and interior in quite the detail.[color=f7941d]" Why even call it thunderhawk anymore..."[/color] She mumbled with a sigh at the Imperium's continued desire to stagnate. The ship might have started as a Thunderhawk once way upon the past, but now with all the modification it had underwent, it no longer was such. Even it's basic frame was altered and made bigger. HGonestly this ship should be given a classification, class designation and be put into larger use by more teams in the galaxy. The way things were kept as 'traditional' as possible was a huge hurdle, it was also one of hte reason she disliekd the Mechanicus. Heck, she was amazed they even made this thing, by their own classification, just creating this ship and it's modifications would be akin to Tech heresy. Actually she decided to ask that."[color=f7941d] Celestian Aviza, a question if you will... how did you get the cult mechanicus to actually make this thing? It usually takes centuries for them to agree to alter a minor detail such as changing a window for a new type of glass."[/color]

 [color=f7941d]"Yeah, got everything." [/color]She replied and tapped the instruments case she was carrying. With it, she could more or less fix anything she ever came across barring stuff that required heavy machinery to actually move like some components for Titans. Like giant bolts and nuts that require cranes to lift. Basically this little case of hers was the equivalent of all those needless cybernetics a priest of the mechanicus cult uses to work on stuff.