Stukov heard the general commotion as the Inquisitor, Smiles, and company came strolling in with a damn huge shield of some sort or another. It looked far too heavy for any normal man to wield, and he wasn't sure a man in power armor could even heft the thing. Who in the Emperor forsaken warp could wield such a thing, then? The armsman had never encountered nor even heard more than hushed whispers of the Space Marines, Adeptus Astartes, so the idea that the thing was a shield used by such towering super soldiers was not even a consideration to the armsman. Perhaps it was a Chaos relic, used by some daemon blessed, or possessed, warlord to best the loyal servants of the Imperium? He didn't get that vibe from the item though, so he could not even begin to fathom who would use it. In his time of service, he had not encountered traitor or loyalist Marines of any sort, boarding actions encountering daemons or mortal lackies and opposing chaos equivalent of armsman. The captain he had slain had been a rogue Trader Prince who grew far too much in power, and succumbed to whispers of dark power and temptation. Not times he wanted to lightly remember, so he shook such thoughts from his head and completed his current walk about. 

Walking back over to the living room, he noted Smiles and her rather hefty amount of food she had acquired. She was rather busy tearing into her bread, but it was all too fancy for his tastes. He would go see if the kitchen had some rations he could choke down, since the Armsman was not a fan of fancy food or needlessly showy or elaborate meals. Far as he was concerned, anything above rations was just about that, more elaborate than necessary. But he did make a comment in her direction, seeing as she had clearly wasted no time tearing into her meal. [color=9e0b0f]"Good to see you and Boss made it back in one piece, Smiles. Guess that warp trickery plays merry havoc with the appetite, eh?"[/color] Giving the psyker a chance to respond, if she had any interest to between bites, he would eventually excuse himself to go to the kitchen area and see if the canned food was around the level of such rations, and check in on Boss as well. He had kind of just stormed off on his own, barely saying a word to anyone. Not a good sign, if anyone was to ask his opinion on the matter. Which no one had, but the point stood.

Walking over to the kitchen door, Stukov moved the rifle to be slung across his back and knocked with three, sharp taps to announce full well someone was about to enter. As he opened the door, he scanned the kitchen area for trouble, as he had been since he set foot in this safehouse. It wasn't intended as an insult towards the gentlemen who ran the place, but he probably would not really feel at ease planetside, ever. Put the man in a void ship and he would be happy not having to walk the streets and towns of such worlds, keeping to his more familiar grim architecture and grand, sweeping weapon batteries. But he did not let such things linger in his mind, speaking towards wherever Boss was in the kitchen area, letting his gaze settle there as he let his arms rest by his sides. [color=9e0b0f]"Manage to salvage something from that museum after all, I see. Everything in order, Boss?"[/color]