"Shhh," Quint hushed Novice Trager, he stepped inside the doorway, around her if he had to, dragging the body with him, "First, take care of the fallen. Perhaps he shall find comfort in the realm of the Emperor. Second, we have business to discuss. And I take you understand now just how serious my business is."

He pulled the fallen brother to some convenient slab, hoisting him up onto it as best he can, ready to be taken care of much like any other body. "Remember always, your duty is first to the Throne, second to Mankind, and all else falls third."