Smiles firing the weapon right next to his head was not the best thing for Stukov's hearing, but as he turned back to see the statue collapsing, he would take ringing in his ear over the complete and total loss of his own life. He was busy wiping the blood off his hands as the Sister spoke about injuries that she could help treat, which got a snort from the former Armsman. Nothing could be done out in the field for patching him up, and odds were it was nothing that would affect short term performance. Maybe long term, some surgery might have been needed, but it would not have warranted being pulled from the field anytime soon. Not like they could have the luxury of such things typically. While Smiles concern was appreciated, which got a smirk on his face, it was, again, not like anything could be done for it and he effectively said as much to the group. [color=9e0b0f]"Nothing I can't walk off, Smiles, appreciate the thought though. Besides, its not like its anything that could be fixed here, unless one of you lot have a medical suite stuffed right up...."[/color]

Probably a good thing that the Inquisitor stepped in and began talking and dispatching orders at that point, considering where his sentence was going at that point. Was it terribly surprising most of them were being dispatched back to a safehouse? Probably not, all the noise, commotion, and likelyhood of any cultists of importance remaining for capture and interrogation still hanging around were pretty much nil. Even so, he had a gut instinct that the fact Smiles was instructed by Boss to hang back was not a good thing, at best a chewing out that wasn't being done in front of everyone else. He'd seen that before, drag the sorry sod off to make everyone else think they were getting strung up, but all that happened was simply getting an ear full for their mistake. But tearing a gaping hole in the museum was not really a minor mistake. Warp spawned abominations of statues were gone, thank the Emperor for that, but it did leave them with no leads to work with at the moment. Being shipped off to a safehouse was hardly interesting, but considering he probably needed to take a few to get himself straightened out, it was not terrible. Before departing, he turned from the group and send a message right to Smiles, on a side channel to avoid it being caught by others. [color=9e0b0f]"Catch up when you can, and good luck."[/color]

Stukov made sure his weapons were sheathed and out of sight, so he looked unarmed as he reached the escape vehicle and climbed in. Far too nice for his tastes, then again, anything above his paygrade was typically too nice for his tastes, so that could be taken however one willed. Leaning back against the seat, he readjusted his shades and caught his breath, considering how he would go about fixing himself up since Boss so kindly noticed that he had been injured. Alpha had introduced himself prior, and he responded to the man who sat in the driver's seat finally, not touching the drinks for the time being. [color=9e0b0f]"The ride is appreciated, Alpha."[/color] Beyond that, he kept an ear out for trouble, still ready to jump into a fight at a moment's notice, should the need arise.