At the use of her first name, Anna gave him an annoyed glance, but nothing more. The raven on her shoulder flapped its wings a few times, and landed on the table, giving Aura a good, long stare. Once her superior was finished with his questioning... or, rather, statements, she cleared her throat and sat in the chair directly across from Aura. Idly, her hand reached over to pet the raven between its wings, while her other hand reached behind to grab her rifle. She brought it around and down, laying it on the table near her. It seemed like an ancient hunting rifle, one someone would see on a primitive planet, not a single protective rune on it, the power of daemon coming off of it in waves.

She folded her hands in front of her, and let out a sigh. "I apologize for my friend's wasting your time, stating what you've already known," Anna opened with, her face remaining blank. "Let's get right down to it, then. Reports say you killed a number of Chaos Marines, and stopped a Greater Daemon from entering the Materium. I applaud what you've done there, Sergeant. However, as you may have noticed, it is quite the tale to believe, especially since you are simply a guardswoman, and something like that is normally handled by the Astartes, or the Malleus. Truly, I envy you. It's been a long time since I've gotten to go toe-to-toe with Greater Daemon." A smirk came over her face, and she gave Aura a strange look.

"But this isn't about me," she continued. "Even with a hellgun, dropping Astartes like that, and with only one, is unheard of. A single guardswoman should not have been able to do this, no matter how skilled. So, there are a few things that could have happened there." She held up her hand, holding up a finger for each point she would bring up. "The first, and likely the rumor circulating through your squad, is that you are blessed by the Emperor. The second is that this is all a ploy, you work for one of the Dark Gods, and you are simply trying to get higher in the Imperium and increase the Threat From Within. There is also the chance that you simply got lucky." The three fingers she held up closed into a fist, which she gently laid down on the desk.

"Now, I don't believe in something like luck, so that takes down the third point. That leaves you as either blessed by the Emperor, or a pawn of the Dark Gods. Which do you think we are more inclined to believe, Sergeant Kalstov?" A cruel smile was spread over her face, and the psyber-raven let out a menacing caw. "You have five minutes to convince me that you are blessed, or I'll hand you back over to my friend there, and I can guarantee you that you'd rather deal with me. Tick-tock, Sarge."