Stukov was not surprised about the fact that the servo skull failed to respond to him, those type of things typically seemed to be voice locked. Not surprising, all things considered, if they weren't locked out to the voice then one could have their own tools turned on them by one suitably smart hostile later. Rewatching the vid recording, he noted the Inquisitor arriving and speaking up from behind them, not having announced his presence at all as he issued plans to move out and get this show on the road again. Good, the armsman decided, they needed to get this sorted out. Sooner they got this mess resolved, the better off the planet would be. And the sooner that happened, sooner they could be back in the cold comfort of the void. Which probably wouldn't sit well with most of the others, granted, but Stukov much preferred the void and their voidcraft over having his boots on the ground. That typically had never ended well for him, so that was that. Beyond this, however, he checked his rifle as he noticed Smiles freezing up, and Boss looked over to get her attention. Slinging his double checked rifle, how many times he had done that now was lost to him, he leaned on the back of the couch, overlooking things and cocking an eyebrow at all parties involved. 

He felt a sense of forboding, an unpleasant sensation that was well and completely beyond what he normally noticed. Same thing had preempted his descent after the fleet records, and encountered Dark Eldar, and when his ship crashed and the survivors and him were fighting for their lives. It had been years since he had felt that dread, but he covered his physical response up by focusing elsewhere, he would address his own sense of dread once he was off by himself, when it was possible to do that now at any rate. [color=9e0b0f]"What got your attention this time, Smiles? Looks like someone went and grabbed you out of the void, just like that."[/color]