"Weel, 'spose theer culd be werse crewmen." Alcander said dryly, but not dishonestly. Alcander recalled taking a break from his rounds in a seedy dive during his stint as an enforcer on Hive Laterus, where the ex-crewmen of a small time rogue trader had bragged he had gone into debt with the Black Bankers, a notorious loan agency, and had placed his captain's ship as collateral. He had fled to a different system and let them handle it amongst themselves. Alcander had a number of anecdotes of people whom he trusted even less than those of the Porphyrian account, which more spoke about the state of the Imperium than any intelligent choice on his or Camilla's part. However, they had to make do with what they could.

He inclined his head at Camilla noting she would take his advice. They had a frigid gulf between them for close to a week, but he was somewhat calming down from it, despite his misgivings of her betrayal. They got on so well before then, it was a shame. But he also had to remind himself on the simple fact, he had not done anything wrong except more than asked. 

The shuttle began to vibrate (more violently, at least) as they broke through the atmosphere, and Jocasta merely decided to speak louder so others could hear her extol on and on about the inner workings of the archeotech. For once, Camilla and Alcander had a moment of camraderie as they shared a suffering look together before they both looked at Jocasta, who's eyes were on the ceiling as she recounted the fifty seventh integral component to a macro-hammer, which Alcander noted they did not even own. As they prattled on, his ears popped gently, and he cleared his sinuses a moment as the air pressure was redistributed by the shuttles life support. Thrusters were engaged, roaring even over Jocasta's lecture, and they slowed their descent over the course of the next few minutes until they were all shaken by a dull thud, and green lights began to flicker above them. 

"Seneschal, shall move along?" Camilla asked, happy to notice Jocasta had gone silent and expectant. Alcander looked back at the crew, and then after hesitating a brief moment, nodded. 

"Yes ma'am, lady." He said, and unfastened himself to open the hatch. Behind him, the voidsmen began unshackling the combat servitor, and it whirred to life, its arms raising just as Alcander pulled the latch, the reinforced plasteel dropping onto the snowy ground with a loud 'thunk.' Immediately, the cold rushed in, but the outside of the shuttle was still hot from the fall. It would give them a brief field of warmth before it would be snuffed out. "Alright lads, ye heerd the ledee! Moov oot!" 

Camilla produced a small data-slate, no doubt with comms and directional capacity. He bloody hoped it was accurate.