Stukov hadn't even noticed the Sister, tired as he was, but when he was thrown onto the ground, that woke him right up. And if it wasn't for his self control he would have frozen the foot right off her, the hoarfroast already gathering naturally around the two of them as he resisted the futile urge of grabbing her ankle. Besides, that would have led to him doing something regrettable. Mostly to them, since he had this bad habit of not reacting well to people, who were accustomed to wearing power armor all the time, trying to assert dominance over him through violence, or through any means to be frank. Reminded him too much of his encounters with Chaos, something he was, in his mind's eye at least, reasonable in not wanting to have to put up with without good reason. She had been right thinking he was unusually tired. But after the last couple days, or Emperor, however many units of time it might have been, poor sod like him probably would be.

Stukov hadn't the time to pick himself up, noting the high energy weapon pointed at him by the medic friend of hers. The food didn't distract him, disturbingly unmoving from his position before abruptly bolting onto his feet. Smiles would feel something wrong before anyone saw it on his face, but it wasn't a neutral expression. He was grinning, despite the pain that his augmatic voice box was causing him right now. The drinks were handed out, but just as Smiles tried to reason with him on avoiding the Sisters, his eyes flashed with warp power, the liquid inside her cup flash freezing. And, since freezing liquids expanded in form, the container broke in time for his eyes to flash again, returning the stolen warmth to the drink, sending it splattering all over Sis's lap. [b][color=maroon]"Whoops, did I do that? Sorry, here, you can have mine."[/color][/b] Stukov threw the cup at Sis, the lid loosened and sending the contents hurtling towards her face instead. And like nothing happened, he glanced at the medic looking one and fixed her with his burning azure gaze. [b][color=maroon]"When living with such a dysfunctional 'team' that gives living my life in warp transit a run for its money? Yes, I expect trouble every waking moment of my life. And I'll only say this once, I don't like having guns pointed at me."[/color][/b]

Something triggered in his head, and rather than his usual remarks, Stukov began laughing, a wheezing affair from the boot on his throat, only louder as his throat recovered, the painful sounding noise coupled with static and hard tones of his bionic voice box. He was too tired for this [i]shit[/i], and the voices were tired of her shit too. He brushed himself off, cracking his neck rather audibly as he turned, eyes burning bright blue. [b][color=maroon]"Oh wasn't that just precious, though, don't you think Smiles? Our dear little Bolter Bitch and her pet, pointing guns and brazenly threatening the one person you [i]really[/i] don't need losing their cool. Especially after a long Emperor knows how long, with shit he has hated his entire life thrown onto him without any say in the matter, and forced to figure it out. Right now, I don't really have the energy to be putting up with her games, so I'll be frank, [i]Aviza[/i]. Your Cannoness doesn't scare me. You don't scare me. No one in your precious order of menstruating, overzealous, power armored [i]BITCHES[/i] scares me. Stare the warp in the eye, raw, without your precious reality or Gellar Fields to protect you, and tell me how much the mundane things in normal space scare you in comparison. I feel like we've been through this song and dance before, so I'll be brief."[/color][/b]

Stukov snarled, walking past everyone without a glance, and woe be unto anyone who tried to lay a hand on him right now. [b][color=maroon]"And now have fun imagining the fact I have to live with what I hate, living in my head, for the rest of my life, blessedly short as it may turn out to be. Things that manifest on their own, with no say in the matter. I'll eat later. Enjoy your meals, ladies."[/color][/b] The former armsman, voices screaming for him to avenge himself and his honor on the Sisters of Battle, walked upstairs slowly, almost daring someone to try something, before walking out of sight. He did not go to his room, rather, he quietly slipped out of the building completely, making his way onto the roof of another building, he needed seclusion to get these damned voices back under control, as much as he could at any rate. Which mostly consisted of him sitting there, fighting the damned howling down to a normal volume. Something was haunting him, and whether it was just now he could hear it, or it joined him recently, it was aggravating.