Mikail was not fazed in the slightest by any of the days actions thus far, nothing had bothered him from the crash to even watching the soldier summarily shoot himself in the head. Such was his absolute job with life that he hummed an iconic Valhallan battle tune that was forever famed by the numerous and  indomitable tank regiments of that world. Happiness oozed from the man in all ways, a smile bright on his face, highlighting his angular features and pale skin in such a way as to make the ghostly trooper seem almost beaming in the literal sense. “I tell you, comrades! Is not as bad as could be! Could be stuck on the desert world! Or, worse, without booze!” His wisecracks were, in Mikail's mind, the very grandest of comedy potential, as though no human could make such a string of words seem to so wildly hilarious as to make a man cough such was his laughter. 

It would be said that the Valhallan looked much like a wild  man, barred pearly teeth bared in a wide smile and some, glint in his eye, some deep uneasiness that no man sane man would ever bear in his gaze. Yet Mikail was devoid of any pernicious rage and devoid of any hatred, he simply saw the world as he did: as one huge comedy wherein he was a star to perform to those around him. “Ah, I tell you, on days like these I think to self, Mikail, why is not of simply making Pelmeni? But then I am remembering that last time that happens  I very nearly into getting shot by Commissar. He was such funny man, very serious man he was, but then he dies. Even happier, but not because of rank.” Mikail seemed to reserve himself somewhat during those few moments, his grin ceasing and his light fading, but he soon bounced back with a tremendous laughter that shook his body from end to end.

“I tell you! I never seen Ork body fly as far in whole life! Was like a firework but green! Reminds me of Kuchov, he was near Ork, less green, but probably worse body hygiene! Could stink out whole canteen with mere presence!”

Mikail's joyous nature was retained, and perhaps even made more extreme by the appearance of the  other Imperial Guardsmen. He didn't much care for the Sargent's attitude, but his bearded friend seemed like a riot beyond reason,  the perfect companion for the Valhallan.