Aura sighed, commenting "Sir, with due respect, I have seen astartes armor before, in my first deployment and as I mentioned I was using a Hellgun, not some autogun plinker. It's designed to get through Astartes armor. I will grant you I shouldn't have lived, the marine with the knife should've close the gap before I could blink and the bolter shouldn't have missed. However, I'm afraid I can't offer you any explanation as to why I did the impossible. I fought hard but that's it."

That said, Aura's hands rested comfortably in her lap, and they just happened to be clenched into gauntled fists. A real weapon they were not, however a punch from carapace armor still hurt like all get out. Aura didn't enjoy being treated like a lowly prisoner, especially not because she had done somethin like prevent the summoning of a daemon. Then there was the Interrogator herself, she gave off all the wrong vibes. Every instinct in the veteran's body told her that this woman was nothing but trouble, so she stayed wary.