He normally would not bother with civilian factions. Let the mortals rule themselves, let them determine their own fate. But in this form, frail and fragile and sightless as he is (at least, in comparison to the transhuman perfection he used to be), he might have to admit that he is no longer the superior being. Perhaps their protection and assistance would be... desirable. If they did not condescend to him, at least. Though his body is not Astartes, his spirit is still much the old space marine's. And he would not be seen with pity or as anyone's lesser.

"A land untouched by humans..." He thinks it baffling, honestly. He supposes he could tell her of humanity, of its greatness and beauty, some other time. But he would then have to tell her of the Xeno and its dangers to humanity. If such a thing truly exists here, at least. Perhaps this is a sanctuary of the God-Emperor's making? (He does not entertain the idea that it is a chaos god pulling his strings instead.)

"But also, a land without daemons-- if you speak true, it is a holy land indeed." His face contorts in what could have been a smile, but he's not used to making those shapes with his mouth. "I make no promises of joining your order. But I have respect for a sister in service, and would hear of your Pillars. I would tell you of the Astartes and their purpose, but you... I assume you were born a wolf. It would be a long story for little purpose." The contortion fades and he returns to his usual stoic form. "All creatures of Terra are sacred. This body may be jarring and weak, but it is still holy. I will take it as an honor."