It was good to have Viktor with them, as Darren wasn't sure how the reception would've gone had the Stalker not appeared behind them as they stood in the makeshift lounge. Once the uncertainty was passed, he glanced longingly at the bar that was set up against one of the walls, but he decided it would be best to stay in Viktor's wake for the time being. A drink could wait for another time, bad as he needed one.<br/><br/>When they reached Viktor's spot, Darren nodded appreciatively as he looked around at his surroundings. It was definitely a comfortable place, and even with the weapons everywhere the furniture still gave it a cozy kind of feel. At least, as close to cozy as a person could really get in this day and age. "Looks like a nice place to call home, man."<br/><br/>When Viktor indicated the bag he held, he limped forward and placed it on the table, before realizing something that hadn't occurred to him.<br/><br/>"Oh shit," he rasped, pulling a holster from within the deceased man's pack, "I forgot to give you this." He extended it out to Liliana, smiling as he tried to imagine what she was thinking. "Don't worry, you don't have to talk to me anymore to get this. I'm no expert on guns, but your pocket probably isn't the best place for it."