Stukov bit back various comments that he could make in response to the Sis, at least willing to humor Watchman and play nicely. [color=9e0b0f]"I'm not going to keep arguing with you, Sis, since I've already been asked to try and play nice at least."[/color] Try to, at any rate, as he listened to Boss speak and work through what he had to say, listening to the man run through what he had to say on the shield and turned to address Sis, slipping out at that point instead of risking opening his mouth and having to deal with her further. He really didn't have the patience for that sort of dealings right now, they were cooking and could play nice together, if she wasn't willing to shoulder some of the blame, sure not all of it, then they could have problems all they wanted. Her interference, justified or not, set off that whole mess, so he would hold that much against her. But he was willing to at least humor Watchman out of respect, and removed himself from that little mess before it got worse. He knew what he had seen so far, and she could talk all she wanted, he would buy that when he saw the proof of it. Until then, he saw no reason that they would be above the Arbites, not in the grand scheme of things. Not like they were immune to the law, far as the Armsman was concerned. Shaking those thoughts, he heard Smiles call out about the servo skull. Showing off that botched mission to the Gallery, it seemed, even if it scored them a shield none of them could use. Which did not seem like it had been terribly effective.

[color=9e0b0f]"Might as well hang out and see things from another perspective, see if we missed anything. Beats sitting around not doing anything."[/color] The shield might get them some extra influence with whatever Chapter the damned thing belonged to, but beyond that, it got them nowhere, far as the Armsman was concerned. Maybe they could catch some detail they were, at the time, too busy to see. As in, too busy trying to not get killed off by the daemon statues for the most part. Standing behind the couch, he leaned forward against it, arms crossed as he looked over the footage with the full intent of picking apart anything he might have probably missed while fighting for their lives. Hopefully the sister would drop it since he had flat out stated so. If she wouldn't, then what happened afterwords was not on his head. Well, not the cause, he would accept the consequences of what happened after the fact if it proved necessary. She would have to tread carefully around him for the time being, he was not terribly happy with her at the moment, to put it mildly.