Titus gulped at the Celestian's response. If she hadn't been the person to reassign him.... Then who had? Unfortunately, before he could give it any real thought, the other members of the team saw fit to give him a few words. The first to welcome him was a rather 'normal' looking man. Based on his equipment, Titus figured him an armsman of sorts-- though the clearly salvaged patchwork of carapace and flak armor was unlike anything the young scribe had ever seen. [color=orange]"Er... Thanks for the reassurance?"[/color] Titus responded with a nervous smile as he scratched his head absentmindedly. Whether the armsman's words were supposed to be encouraging or some form of foreboding, Titus preferred to assume the former. It would be much easier to get along with his new teammates that way. 

	Not wishing to keep the Celestian waiting for departure, Titus stepped forward to board the ship, only to find himself uncomfortably close to a cheerfully chirping mass of bionics.  Cogheads had always rubbed Titus the wrong way, between the constant disregard for non-mechanicus humans, their incessant tech-fetishism, and the fact that so many had tried to get their oily little mechadendrites his null-collar was reason enough to typically ignore or avoid them.  This one however, seemed particularly disturbed. The gaze with which she regarded him could've been likened to that of a feral grox, perhaps even more unsettling was the fact that her servo skull was an exact replica of her own head.  How he'd failed to notice such a disturbing device when he'd first arrived was beyond Titus, but it was more than likely due to his rushed entrance to the briefing. He could barely manage a grimace and nod as he backed several steps from the entrance of the ship.  If Titus could help it, he'd be certain to sit as far away from that woman as possible.

	While he was allowing the crazed magos to board ahead of him, it seemed that Titus was not yet done with the secondary introductions, as a solid [i]thump[/i] struck him from behind.  [color=orange]"My apologies, I didn't mean to stand in your-"[/color] Titus began to instinctively apologize, [color=orange]"[i]way...[/i]"[/color]  The young scibe's voice trailed off as he turned to face whoever had run into him. Before him stood the largest non-augmented psyker he'd ever seen. Between her well kempt, snow white hair, pale skin, and impressively developed yet still feminine physique, Titus could've almost considered her quite beautiful... But she was a mutant and a witch; sanctioned or not. Such mutants were a deviation of the human form, this one had simply been fashioned into a tool of the emperor's will, and Titus would do well to remember that. Even through the protection of his collar, Titus could feel those violet eyes of hers drilling into his soul. [color=orange]"As I said psyker,"[/color] Titus quietly spoke as his hand gently pulled back the high collar of his coat, [color=orange]"My name is Titus Ramsay, and I am but a scribe."[/color] Exposing the null-device for a brief moment, Titus turned it's setting two clicks higher before discreetly concealing it once more. [color=orange]"If you were expecting something more... Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you."[/color]

	And with that, Titus quietly took his place upon the Typhon, ensuring he was as far from the Magos girl as humanly possible.