Aside from her usual equipment, Darina had one flare in her bag, only to be used during emergencies. In case of separation. From the look of things, they were all moving to Moscow now, and its relative safety. No roving packs of mutant bears there, anyway. Even if these people wouldn’t be able to give her a lead on the rival bandits, they would, at least, provide her crew with additional supplies. The large man-boulder wouldn’t go down easily, though. Should Darina lead her team to this lot once they were near enough Reds territory, or should she simply find a way to sneak away quietly?<br/><br/>She would have to decide this once they’re close enough.<span style="font-style: italic">Cross that bridge when we survive the trolls</span>, she thought, almost chuckling. For now, she might as well get chummy with them, seeing as she was the one at a disadvantage.<span style="font-style: italic">Start with the guy who saved your life.</span>Jogging up to him, she put on her biggest grin, the one her fellow bandits always teased her about.<span style="font-style: italic">You’re almost attractive when you smile</span>, they’d say, after which she would bloody the nose of the nearest idiot. Oh, she’d smile, then. “Sorry about wasting your ammo and, well, almost costing you your life back there,” she said, patting his shoulder. “Name’s Darina, by the way.”<br/><br/>“You roll with them, or did you just happen upon the rest, like I did?” she asked, gesturing vaguely at the others. “Where’d you lot come from?”