Stukov saw the Cog Boy do his work on repairing the woman in the armored vehicle, doing pretty neat, quick work to stabilize her to the point she looked able to move on her own. Now, that was slick work, and if only that had been available sooner, he might have more of his body intact. But that was neither here nor there, not like he could really make the past change now. But it certainly seemed the stretcher he had gone and pulled together had not really been needed, considering the handiness of the craftsmanship in the medical work done on the woman was, so he set it aside and watched Boss head back into the safehouse, complaining about the disguise he was wearing. To be honest, Stukov kind of [i]liked[/i] this outfit, and he would save it for later despite how much he told the others he couldn't stand the thing. So he retreated inside to change, rolling his eyes at the mess that the kitchen had gone and become. Leave it to Smiles to make a mess.

After heading upstairs for awhile, Stukov would return, wearing his traditional attire, carapace underneath his long coat, a shotgun he scavanged slung over his shoulder. He would be ready for trouble in a moments notice, but for now, he needed to finally sit down. With a groan he crashed onto the couch, oblivious to anyone else at the moment, and dozed in a half awake state. Leave it to a soldier to find out ways to sleep near instantly, and be ready to awaken again in a moment's notice. Sure, he wasnt going to have pleasant dreams, but sleep was sleep. If he was lucky, it would just be nothing going on upstairs while he rested. Food, drink, companionship all paled to the desire that Stukov had at that moment to catch a quick nap. And he would probably not be overly pleased with anyone waking him up without a good reason.