Stood and awaited everyone to pass him before he would take his position at the very rear of the group looking around at the guards and the various other bystanders watching for any movements from under the Ignatus Helmets gaze. He looked forward and strode away with a hand on the hilt of his power sword, this crusader was not taking any chances with heresy

As the Soroitas moved through, Concord moved his way to the Astropath. "We are here, lets go and try to smile" He offered his arm, waiting for the Psyker to latch on so they could move. When he heard the Catachan he was not pleased. "Commissar, make sure he doesn't treat the guest the same. Remember: Hide your intentions, not your character..." He was really hoping no one heard the devil hit on the Sororitas.

Iron fist remained obedient and looked around at some of the people staring at him and then rest of the retinue and keeps moving forward making sure not to break the line and only looking away from the front when somthing would catch his eye

- Praxis
Finishing with Concord's bionic limbs, Prax made his way to the back of the parade line. 'If I am quiet and unassuming, I'll have a tactical advantage... I don't think this is that kind of banquet.'
Prax tapped the shoulder of the one in front of him and mellowly said, "Wake me when we get there."
An automated voice sounded next, "Backing up to MUI, estimated wait... 15 minutes... 7 minutes. Going into standby mode."
Prax's human eye closed, couldn't really tell with his hood up. While his bionic eye seemed to expand and light up, more so than usual. Prax continued to move, but his movements had more in common with a person suffering from stiff joints. All the while the estimated time continued to shift between numbers. If you hit him he'll come out of it. Don't feel bad, he does this a lot.

Feeling the touch of a finger on his shoulder and a voice "wake me when we get there" Turned around and sighed with a cuss under his breath before he clenched a fist and turned around still walking forward and placed a firm punch atop the machine males head, His body language obviously saying he was no amused, he then spoke in a hushed voice "Your making us look like fools, For your beloved Omminsah focus" he then turned around and continued on his way 'At this rate they will think us the Outcasts of the Inquisiton..'

- Praxis
"Appropriate organic response #1, Ouch. What was that for?" Prax said, coming out of his self induced autopilot/coma. A small spark arched from the side of his head, caused by the blow.
"Any who are here to speak will be here for the Inquiditor. Why do you prepose they placed us in the rear of the column? To date, this is the second time you've placed your squishy hands upon my form. I request that this never happen again, and that you sactify your hands in oil before entertaining the notion to do so again. That is all."
Prax went back to walking in line, this time staying on active mode. 'Organic notions of time and appearance are so logical.'

"Well dont be so disrespectful and fall asleep and i wont have to...and my hands are not squishy" he spoke in a hushed voice annoyed at Praxis' comment about his hands who had served him so well in the years. "So...be a good machine man and behave yourself" he stated walking forward straightening his posture and gripping the hilt of his blade a little tighter

There was nothing more to it, orders were orders no matter what they entailed. While the lack of eyes may have become no less disturbing, Nyx's face lit up with a somewhat convincing smile. She often forgot that most others did not have the ability to determine one's emotional state via their soul, she nearly forgot that they couldn't see souls at all. Taking the lieutenant's arm with her own, the Astropath was ready to move.

There was no use of her staff to guide her, not now, it would only arouse more suspicion or attention that it was worth. The last thing she wanted was to make the population of this planet feel more different from her, opinions of her likely were relatively low already, or at least they would be should some of them recognize what she was. Allowing her temporary companion to guide her movements, Nyx began to lose herself in thought.

Amelia glanced at the rows of guardsmen, while she walked along them. She recited prayers silently. This had the purposes to calm her and prepare her if the guards opened fire for some reason. The inquisitor was sure that they would not be greeted by violence, but Amelia had noticed that the members of the retinue that still had weapons, were at the back of the group. Was it a coincidence? *You have to have faith in the Emperor and his servants. There is no reason, Richtenhoff would have to no one if he expected trouble.*
While she had all these thought, she continued praying and moving forward.

Walking besides the Inquisitor, Cynthia crossed her arms behind her back and looked back and forth between her master - a man of infinite wisdom and faith, a true hero of the Imperium - his dog, a very loyal creature she trusted more than some retinue members, and his retinue, which reminded her a lot of the squabbling children of nobles on her homeworld.
"Inquisitor Richthoff?", she asked as quietly as she could without leaning towards him as nobles were wont to do - this was too suspicious! - "Are you.. sure... you wish to unleash these children upon the court?"