Stukov was ready to draw if the fat noble acted to be any sort of [i]real[/i] danger to the Inquisitor and his well being, beyond just a fool of an insulting waste of the flesh. As one could reasonably expect, however, there was no such threat to be seen as the fat man did, at most, spit on the Inquisitor's boot and return to what he was doing. Guess it seemed not everyone knew who the man was. Good, that made things easier to a degree. But how did that one woman know he was an inquisitor when the fat man clearly didn't? There was something amiss in that disjunction of information how a mere serving woman would know something a connected noble would not. And such men would have probably done well not to incur the wrath of an Inquisitor, if what he has seen of Imperial solutions to problems. But that was neither here nor there now that the Inquisitor began speaking on the plan.

The plan was to scope out an art gallery, which was odd but he didn't question the how or why it was raising eyebrows. That kind of thinking was well above his paygrade, but statues are not something he found comforting. Smart person could probably hide with something like that, maybe why the concerns were being raised, some dark background or something no one was telling them. Either way, they were walking right into this place, with no idea of how it was laid out, security, or any such potential problems. That also did not sit well with Stukov, he was a man who preferred to have a plan at all times, and back ups to those when things went south in a hurry. But he really didn't have a say in the matter, and with the Inquisitor running off, he didn't even get to suggest sending help with him in case things were indeed bad, evil, and all that jazz. But the psyker made a suggestion to head out, and he resisted nodding from his table, instead standing and speaking over the comm system.

[color=9e0b0f]"I have this gut feeling I'll regret agreeing to this, but I'm with you Smiles, if no one else is over eager to tag along."[/color]