The gargantuan that was the Astartes finally spoke now - his voice akin to two boulders grinding against one another through the vox-grill of his Helm - as the Sororitas greeted herself. His arms stayed where they were at his side, though he did step forward one. "I, am Alphonse. Commander of the Iron Angels' Fifth Company remnants. If we are to be doing introductions." He spoke out. "Has anyone recieved instructions upon our arrival? Or might this end up as a trap?" The thought itself made little sense: He, an Astartes, was a fine target... However he had not seen any of these other lesser humans before, and they did not seem like Inquisitors nor any higher-ranking officials. If it was a trap, they chose pitiful targets.