Mikhail nodded while Stefan answered his question. He could tell that the masked man was being vague, but considering he had destroyed their stock, he let it slide. Besides, he wasn’t in the best situation to be confronting anyone about it. He tugged on the straps of his backpack as he tripped over a root, and sighed audibly.<br/><br/>“About how long of a trip are we talking about here?” Mikhail butted in. He hoped it wasn’t too long, he was very much looking forward to sitting on something that wasn’t a tree stump or a leaf debris pile. Then Stefan introduced himself, and the Russian acknowledged with a small nod. He frowned lightly when everyone else responded with simple grunts, but he figured that would happen.<br/><br/>He looked sheepish when one of Stefan’s men brought up a valid point, and was similarly relieved when Stefan shot him down. At least someone was going to take his side here. He let his question that he had asked previously hang there, eagerly waiting for an answer.