Stepping into the room, Adrianne would notice the cool temperature of the place as soon as she entered.

The frigid air was stopped by her suit, though easily made its way to the exposed skin on her face. Gazing forward, Adrianne would notice Stukov lying in his bed, his surroundings and parts of the man himself covered in layers of frost. Had he been sitting upright, he would have almost looked like a kind of frozen king, sitting lonely on his throne.

"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?" 

Adrianne merely smiled at Stukov despite his grim comment, walking into the room and closing the door behind her.

"We are all ticking time bombs in the fight against chaos, psyker or not. Do not forget that it is not psykers, but normal men that makes up the vast majority of the legions of chaos." Adrianne spoke with a calm voice, stepping over to the bed and pulling a chair with her.
"But, then again, it is normal for the majority to blame the minority when they feel at unease, to concentrate the collective guilt on a select few. It helps put their minds at rest."

Sitting down in the metal chair next to the bed, Adrianne would notice the biting cold that had entered the metallic structure, but did not pay it much attention. Instead, she held up the package of the two beers so that Stukov could see them.

"I brought you something to drink." She explained with a soft smile, before tilting her head slightly and looked towards Stukov's throat.
"I do hope your new augmentations allow for the consumption of food and drink, and that we won't fry any circuitry."