Stukov felt how heavy the bag felt, glancing at Smiles in a half disbelieving manner. Really, flying into the heart of the zealous, and she was palming this thing off on him? He rolled his eyes, nodding and secreting it into a pocket so no one saw it. Once they landed, he would lag behind a few moments and deal with the stupid thing. Sure enough, after touching down, everyone was quick to disembark, and Stukov took a moment, making sure the pilot, or anyone else, was looking before slipping the likely infernal thing around his neck. He hid it under his shirt, armor, and coat, which left the thing feeling rather uncomfortably close to his chest and beating heart. It felt unusually warm, like it was freshly plucked from the burning building, and that unsettled him.

Stukov followed after the, albeit now arguing, women while Sis ran off with her sisters. Great, don't cause trouble, she said. Runs off to play bump and grind with her dear sisters, she does. The former armsman pinched the brow of his nose while the two bickered on about, well, Emperor knows what right now. So, with a quiet sigh, he stepped forward to get to hear 'SHUT UP STUKOV' in stereo, again. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Could you two not argue in front of the Sisters? Mostly for our own sanity rather than their well being..."[/b][/color] Stukov fully expected to get told to shut up, it was how things seemed to be going lately. Getting told off or told to shut up. It was getting rather irritating, really, but it wasn't like he had much to do in return for it, not yet. Just they wait, he would have his laugh soon enough.