[ Gaunt will drive up the ramp indicated, but his entire body flinches as he does so. He's never shown fear before, not in even the darkest of circumstances.... but if she gets a look at his face she'll see it is far closer to revulsion of the Haros. Gaunt shares the Imperium's blanket antipathy to AI, since it enslaved them several thousand years ago, in the dark age of technology. Once the groundcar is up the ramp and inside the cargo bay, he will get out, coming around and opening the door for her, saying quietly. ]
You are lucky the dockmasters think they're modified servo-skulls or servitors. If they really knew about them.... [ gaunt shrugs. It would be an ugly riot at least, and a full Inquisitorial investigation at worst. ]
At any rate, Chall, what do you intend for us to do now? We can get off-world and meet up with my regiment in transit. I suppose you can find crew quarters for me here.