Stukov nodded as Smiles mentioned that she was fine, keeping a calm face on despite the fact he was bothered by that energy wave that had been emitted from somewhere. It had triggered a gut reaction that typically only happened when something was about to go very, [i]very[/i] wrong in the span of an equally short amount of time. Before he could respond to her, though, she had gone to speak with the Inquisitor while the armsman pondered what he typically had encountered whenever he got that gut instinct. Daemons, mostly, and the Dark Eldar had triggered it too. Effectively anything most sane men would have considered well above what they can typically handle. Well, Stukov was not one for letting pesky things like 'out of his league' ever have prevented him from doing the Emperor's work before, and all he caught was Sis going on with more threats towards Smiles. Well, that was getting old fast. Stukov may have a serious problem with the Warp and its powers, sure, but that was not something he typically held against the ones who were 'blessed' with such things. Not like they chose to have that damned curse laid on their shoulders.

[color=9e0b0f]"Look, can we stop with the threats for five Emperor damned minutes? Not even thinly veiled at that. All I know is that there is big trouble lurking out there, call it gut instinct, and the bigger the guns we have access to, the better off we'll be. Shooting each other won't do a damn thing but make us less able to stand against this threat, whatever in the accursed Warp it is. So if we could put off infighting until [i]after[/i] we are done with this mission, that would be good."[/color] Stukov, to illustrate this, didn't go obviously bracing his weapon against his shoulder or making it a point of fiddling with the safety mechanism just to make a dramatic point. Sure, he didn't like Sis anymore than most folks tended to get along with Sisters of Battle, but he could at least play nice on the job. No sense getting everyone killed and letting the warp consume some damned planet over a petty internal squabble. He would admit it was typically that, far as he had seen, and wouldn't call it anything else until it became more then that.