Stukov groaned at the sound of blaring music, sitting up slowly from what one could call an incredibly restless sleep. The usual progression of nightmares and memories he would much rather not remember, all in a damn progression only broken up by him bolting up in cold sweats, over and over again throughout the night. He had to wonder if this was something Smiles had to deal with on a regular basis as well, or if he was just unlucky with the damn voices having something to use as fodder to make his life more difficult. Pulling himself out of the bed, in a room he had chosen for its rather plain, spartan qualities (probably a servants quarters of some sort or another), he walked over toe hte mirror, looking at the tired face staring back at him, augmatics obvious to a trained eye. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Emperor preserve me, I look like shit..."[/b][/color]

Rubbing the stubble, he shook his head and got dressed, carapace armor going on and he tugged the jacket on over it. Least he'd feel less cold now, that warp cold seemed to pervade his bones more than it used to, but he was familiar to the near absolute cold of the void, so it really didn't bother him too much these days to be a bit chilly. Slinging the shotgun over his shoulder, he smirked at the comment that one smug sister had gone and made about expecting trouble. His job was to not only expect trouble at all times, but be ready to put it down at a moments notice. And considering Boss had one Sanctioned psyker with dubious ideas of limits, and an unsanctioned psyker who had his own issues, coupled with more than one of those damn Sisters, yeah, he was ready for trouble at a moments notice.

Walking out of his room and downstairs, things got considerably colder. If not from the tension that existed between Stukov and the Sisters, than because he was literally chilling the room he was in, not enough to overtly manifest anything, but enough to be noticeable. He, after making sure he wasn't sitting on anyone, found himself a place to sit, cracking his neck from the poor angle he had been sleeping at, before glancing at the others awake so far, and spoke in his harsh, raspier augmatic voice. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Morning Sis, Smiles, and you don't have a nickname yet... Spades, morning Spades."[/b][/color] And the ever so witty commentary on nicknames continued, this time the new Sister getting the nickname based on her armor color. But he had seated himself closest to Smiles, who was probably the closest he had to an ally in this room so far, writing off the Sisters in general, just because they were too zealous for their own good most days.