The Techmarine shifted his bolter some. He had been carrying it in one of his hands, ready for action. A space marine must always be prepared. He did see this... thing before him. He was confused for a myraid of moments, not sure what to make of the program. Was it a human? A mutant? A Xeno? He took a few moments to shift his head, letting his body shift towards a more ready stance. The apology though did make him realize he was one of those trapped on the ship with him.

Martellus was more soft spoken than most Space Marines (other than scout marines) but he had his moments. Here was not one of them. "Neither I you. I would appreciate your aid in recovering a piece of the Codex from the casino across from us. The Codex carries designs of Terra's ancient past, which may give myself and others an advantage against our captor, The Master. I do believe he may be a follower of Tzeentch or at least very least touched by the Dark God."