Stukov wasn't asleep, it was unlikely he would be able to sleep soundly for some time to come. He was lost in thought, staring at the ceiling, knowing full well any sane man would rather have him executed then risk an untrained psyker, one who spent more of his life in the warp, exposed to its full effects, than in normal space where most men spent their entire lives fighting, dying, and working for the Emperor. The room was frigid, although he didn't really notice it anymore, it was comfortable more than anything else. A reminder of where he was from, and where he hopefully would die. Out in the void, fighting for the sake of the Imperial Navy's continued success as agents of the Emperor's will. Not at the end of some bolt or las pistol, executed for warp knows what.

The first knock snapped him out of his trance, and he was already on his feet, pistol drawn and aimed at the door. The second knock snapped him back to reality, and he lowered and holstered his sidearm. Of all the people knocking now, Smiles had to come looking for him. Made sense, in a twisted way, and he sat back down on the bed, laying back to stare at the ceiling. His mechanical voice echoed out in response, already knowing why she was here. It didn't take a psyker to know that. [b][color=9e0b0f]"Its unlocked Smiles."[/color][/b]

Adrianne's first attempt at the door might prove more difficult than anticipated. That was due to the frost and ice on the interior of the door, fouling the hinges and lock. A hard enough push would break the door free and open, sending a refrigerator like gust of frigid air back out into the house. Once in the room, Adrianne would find the room with frost over several surfaces, including the shattered mirror over a sink, glass and dried blood laying in the sink beneath it. The Galvanic rifle, untouched by the encroaching cold, sat propped up on the wall next to the bed, and Stukov himself was laying in it, facing the ceiling, left hand uninjured but his right hand out of sight. He didn't even shift, still unaware of the items she brought with her.

[b][color=9e0b0f]"Your here to pass judgement on whether or not I'm a walking, ticking time bomb. Doesn't take a psyker to realize that, does it?"[/color][/b] Whether he was being sarcastic, or not, was no longer apparent. That level of inflection in his voice was lost, replaced with the machine drone of his augmatic replacement vocal cords. He crossed his arms over his chest, right hand clearly bandaged, and he added on a piece of clarifying information. [b][color=9e0b0f]"I'm not possessed, I know the symptoms. Yet Boss is the only reason the Sisters haven't marched up here and executed me already, I imagine. Can't blame them, not really."[/color][/b]