The last thing Stukov had even remotely expected was the sudden leaning that Smiles had taken to, using him to support her movement on the high heels the rest of the way towards the transport. Her commentary on the outfit would have gotten a shrug if he had not shifted to more readily support the psyker's movements in the apparently unfamiliar attire. Seems she was having some trouble too, which was a relief in the sense that he wasn't the only one going to stand out like a sore thumb. Beyond that, as he escorted her to the transport, she did do the 'daring' outfit credit, he had to admit. He found himself saying as much as they neared the transport, movement slowed a bit by Smiles' actions. [b][color=9e0b0f]"Sister picked or no, it does look good on you."[/color][/b]

While in the transport, Stukov listened to what Smiles had to say on the force weapon and the fact he was just not attuned to it yet, to grossly simplify what she was saying down to his level. Alright, so wield the thing enough, and he can stop feeling subtly awkward with it. Made enough sense, he supposed, it just added this whole extra layer of psyker power weirdness to it. Resting his hand on the blade, he half closed his eyes and focused on the blade. He didn't know any of the psyker tricks or craziness of attuning weapons or whatever nonsense it was, but he reached out to the blade as felt natural. He had an affinity with weapons, after all, it was only those and his training that kept him from death time and time again. He didn't always have the luxury of being able to take a bunch of time to grow perfectly in tune with a weapon, so he had no intent of doing so now either. It would accept him, by the time it was needed, and there was no alternative.

[b][color=9e0b0f]"Force weapons aren't user specific, got it. So you went and gave me some ancient relic, this is all [i]definitely[/i] above my paygrade still. I don't think we have the luxury of a slow learning process, however. So the blade will obey, and that is that."[/color][/b] Stukov didn't have time to play silly buggery games of attuning weapons and the like, so he wouldn't play them. By that time, however, they had arrived as Sis turned over her contained invitations and they were admitted, he had to admit one thing. The amount of grandeur and pompous air was almost sickening. Coupled with the feeling of raw excess, he couldn't stand this place already. Solares and friends, eh? Well, he adjusted his collar as they walked into another den of evil, as he already pegged the area to be. Before he could make comments or ask about what the plan was, Sis took the lead in a most unusual sense.

Sis asked Smiles to a dance? Er, had the world gone topsy turvy or was a Sister of Battle asking a Sanctioned Psyker to dance? Stukov shot a glance at the two of them, and decided to try out a new trick the tech priests said he had now. He could send vox messages without verbalizing words, thanks to the bionic replacement of his voice box, and he sent a discreet message to Boss, and Boss alone first.[b][color=9e0b0f]"How do we operate here, Boss? Pair off and act inconspicuous or stick together?"[/color][/b] He kept a careful eye on his surroundings, ensuring he did nothing to attract attention from the guards as he took in their surroundings carefully. He was also watching Sis and Smiles, since that had been a rather awkward approach on Sis' part, as far as the Armsman was concerned. But, waiting on a response from Boss, he would keep a careful watch while trying to not stand out terribly so.