[center][b]Grimri "Ironclad" Haldengard[/b][/center] 

Grimri wasn't posh or prim. He had been fighting on the front lines for most of his life, and even before he went out to face the galaxy as a mercenary. But religious ceremonies he had a certain respect for, particularly when it came to machinery. He wasn't a mechanicus bastard, but he appreciated their ideals and their ingenuity. Grimri stood up from his seat next to the diminutive and annoying ratling, placing a hand on his broad chest and inclining his head. Unfortunately, he was so short it looked as if he was still sitting, so it likely went unnoticed. 

Of course, the Sororitas got a bit preachy, and he wasn't overly fond of screaming platitudes, so he sat back down and kept quiet, looking like an angry and particularly ugly bulldog. A bulldog with forearms seven inches thick and bigger at the biceps. He looked over at the ratling, who seemed to be using his mouth for both speaking and eating, when his windpipe was stuff with beef, bread, and gravy. He half-listened, hearing some talk of specialized ratling pies. 

"Ok," Grimri said without showing enthusiasm. He enjoy a good meal as much as the next bloke, but right now he wanted the money that could get him some grub. As Roald had placed the food between them and then inhaled the entirety of it, Grimri raised his big hand and ordered another from whatever servitor or servant was on this blasted ship to get him some of the same. Once it was placed before him, he guarded it like a jealous dog and ate it greedily, knowing he'll need all the energy for when they land sometime soon. Once finished, he dabbed his mouth and gave a clap at the finished liturgy. 

"Oi! Good show!" He called to the make-shift procession of the crew, still chewing the last bits of the beef. He spoke more quietly now, louder than a whisper but still respectfully low in volume, bumping the ratling with his strong elbow. "Mercifully shorter than I'm used to, thank the ancestors." 

Now all they had to do was point him to what he needed to shoot or bludgeon to death and he would be golden.