Marcella


Marc said nothing as she and the others were seemingly chastised by the Interrogator for not telling Orla about who they really were. She didn't make moves to interrupt or quickly explain herself or her fellows actions, she just waited until he was finished. It was easy to forget that underneath Marcella's bubbly and chatty persona was an iron willpower that served as the only barrier between the warp and the materium.

"Rumor spreads like wild-fire in the Underhive and we felt it best not to reveal who we really were to anyone lest word get back to Captain Cassimire and he and his operatives went to ground, which would make tracking them and their weapon imports even more difficult. As you said, secrecy is everything, Sir." Marc stated flatly, careful not to sound either hurriedly explanatory nor snappy and indignant, rather just neutrally offering an explanation.

Perhaps the Interrogator felt differently. But, if the Master required absolute secrecy then Marcella was confident he would side with them in any discussion the interrogator would have.

The psyker then waited as Orla had things explained to her and she gave her honest reactions. Again, she didn't interrupt or try to influence - she just watched.