Stukov snorted in amusement, partially to hide his surprise at the plain speak that the psyker offered him. Psyker powers or no, at least she wasn't one of those type that saw themselves as some heralds of a new age of Man, where those without powers were beneath them in some manner beyond a usual command structure. Not that he had noticed so far at any rate. But he digressed as she stood up to leave, to start on whatever scrying, spying, or whatever she was going to do in specific with the warp. He got in a side comment in her direction, in direct response to her own comment on the likelihood of a daemon spawning through her and causing the ship all sorts of grief, to put it mildly. [color=9e0b0f]"Daemon's coming out of your ass is even further beyond my jurisdiction than if they were coming out of your head. And I'm not sure the on board medical staff could help with a warphole replacing your asshole, ma'am. So I'll try to not to tell you whether you dare or dare not do or use your job, powers, whatever they are. Just keep the daemons out of your ass, head, whatever other orifices you might see them spawning from, yea?"[/color]

The offer of use of the Inquisitor's personal wardrobe was a surprising thought, to the Armsman at least, indeed. He would not even begin to know what would be appropriate wear for a bodyguard in such a position, let alone on some pleasure planet. He would guess, long as he could find something that fit and wasn't some officer or royalty's garb he would work with that. He didn't trust his luck in that regard though, so he might end up having to deal with being dressed up far more than he would have ever imagined possible. The null rod was something he wished existed in his possession far sooner, as its effects were described, although he had not even the foggiest clue as to what or how the thing would be used or operated. [color=9e0b0f]"Wouldn't know how to operate a null road even if you gave me one, boss. Probably safer I handle chaos the old fashioned way, blessed buckshot."[/color]

As the Inquisitor resumed his brief, Stukov looked over the situation that was presented. Spy that may or may not cooperate, leaving them with either a direction of dubious authenticity, or a complete guess of luck and providence, and having to hide larger weapons. His shotgun probably would need to be concealed, leaving only his pistol for fast access. Not a comforting thought, to put it mildly. But he didn't betray [i]that[/i] little bit of discomfort, that kind of a lack of knowledge and blind drop was something he was very much used to. So he had no real other questions, leaning back in the chair and finishing his recaff as he crossed his arms, waiting for the brief to finish now. He did need to change and pack what gear he needed this time, a far different load out than he was used to. That might make things interesting down the line, but it was what it was. One last question did come to mind though, and he asked it with little hesitation. He would not want to be unknowingly hanging with his ass in the air, metaphorically speaking. [color=9e0b0f]"Got any backup if things go south in a hurry?"[/color]