[i]As the Sororitas regained focus, and after she finished surveying the being that stood afore her, the Sister of Battle merely returned the gaze to the masculine being, her helmet looking upwards to survey the cold, emotionless face of his visor. Yet she had not aimed her firearm and shredded through his armor, or drawn her sword and struck him where he stood: Victoria knew that the ones who served Tzeentch played games and tortured their prey with tricks and deceit, so she would be forced to commit to the act, else it would result in intense combat, which she was already tense enough to begin.[/i] "Far away from the Imperium, we both are. I originate from the Imperium's worlds.. and I am likely replaced, by another Sister of Battle." [i]Her relatively composed voice rung out from the depths of her tight helmet, while Victoria herself kept calm and quiet herself: in truth, she possessed some amount of anger for her sudden abandonment, as she had not seen a single member of the Imperium scouting for her, or the remains of the ship at all. Likely, it was all dismissed - all of the dead, replaced by more saints and warriors primed for combat.[/i] "...What would bring one of Tzeentch's servants out to this realm, though? Surely, you do not seek a tea party with one of the Emperor's soldiers, would you?" [i]Victoria did not smirk, or chuckle, at her sarcastic remark. The heretic was not a friend, even if she was far from the Imperium's influence and power now. Caution against such a being was beyond necessary to her.[/i]