Finishing up a four wide, two tall stack of boxes, Viktor stopped to turn his attention to Liliana. Her answer took a while to come out. That was fine; he didn't expect someone to be immediately ready and willing to leave a place where they had some form of livelihood behind without any second thought. Hell, he almost didn't expect them to come along at all, but the offer was the least he could do for all the troubles they had all been through that day. Even for a Stalker, it had been a hell of a workout, and the loss of an entire group of workers spelled bad news for the town. The only way things could have gotten any worse would have been a storm, he silently mused. Merely the possibility of that happening made him uneasy. No matter how many strong your group was, no matter how well armed or trained you were, you were absolutely powerless against the storms.<br/><br/>He hoped that what little luck they had that day would at least last until the next. Underground was a safe place, comparatively. A subway tunnel was still a bit shallow, in Viktor's opinion, but they had a better chance down there than on the trail if a storm did happen to break out. Likewise, their destination was very well-reinforced. Thick walls provided safety from the onslaught, and lots of guns offered a second chance if something happened to get in.<br/><br/>His considerations of their survival chances went aside at a question in response to his offer. He squinted slightly at the vague pronoun. Initially, his eyes went down to the piglet eating on the floor, and he saw no immediate issue with bringing along a pet. Liliana's quick glance at the door urged him to look out it instead, and he got the implication. "The big guy?" He asked, resting a hand on a pouch attached to his vest. Viktor could think of no reason<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>to bring him. He was a scary motherfucker, sure, and dressing in meat probably wouldn't earn him popularity points, but he'd helped out just as much as any of them in the journey. With a shrug, he answered. "Don't see why not. Just as long as he doesn't mind riding in the back. Cabs would be kind of cramped for him," He paused for a few moments, adding on to the statement. "And as long as he gets cleaned up once we're there. Might even have some extra cloth we can stitch together for him. Get him some proper clothes."<br/><br/>Soon after he confirmed Liliana's question, Inga spoke up. His choice in words had been quite deliberate when he made the offer to her. He knew full well that things weren't alright, and he wasn't going to lie to her and say they would be. Inga didn't seem like the type of kid to believe it, anyway. Too fierce for feeble attempts at encouragement. Still, he was glad to hear that she was taking him up on the trip, and nodded with a half-smile.<br/><br/>"Glad to hear it. We should rest up, though. Been a hell of a long day, and the cars are gonna be here early. We'll have to resupply a bit too. Lost a hell of a lot of ammo out there." The marketplace was still busy at this time of day, so he figured he could nab a few deals on some homemade cartridges. Quality of the ammo was likely a bit lower than what the base produced, but anything helped in the event of an encounter. Besides, more ammo never hurt to have. "I'm heading out to the market, if either of you need to find me."<br/><br/>With that, he walked out of the room, offering Inga a sympathetic shoulder pat and the dog she held a quick scratch below the snout. As he left, he counted out the magazines he had still strapped to the front of his vest.<br/><br/>Soon, he reached the marketplace. An upper-level part of the station-turned-town, host to all variety of stalls and buildings. Buskers throughout provided entertainment for some form of pay, and the smells of roasting meats and baking breads kicked forth a realization: he was goddamn hungry. A meal could wait, though. More important things needed to be obtained first. Bullets, water for the road, maybe some medicine if there was any available.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>By the time of Mikhail's arrival, Stefan had taken care of a few things within the office. What little of their haul remained intact was set aside for later use, and he hung up both his overcoat and armoured vest on the wall near the door. The mask and hood remained on, as did the gloves. At the time the other mutant entered, he was sitting in a hand carved, somewhat shoddy looking chair with a clipboard in hand, writing down information on a form. How much they'd lost, how long it would take to make up for it, and the presence of a newcomer.<br/><br/>Mikhail himself was approached and greeted by a large, fuzzy animal. A rat specifically, the size and weight of a miniature dog. A sniffling sound accompanied her arrival, and she was soon investigating the newcomer, standing up on her hind legs to grasp at Mikhail's clothes with her spindly little fingers. The creature was exceptionally curious about the presence of someone she'd never seen before, and continued to paw at and smell him in an attempt to get some attention in return.<br/><br/>Stefan peeked over his shoulder when he heard the minor commotion. "Ah, hello. Don't mind Sasha, she won't bite. She's just a curious little thing." He set the board down and stood up, snapping his fingers to catch the rat's attention. Turning her head to look at him, she squeaked and let go of Mikhail, scurrying across the floor and onto the now-vacant chair Stefan had been sitting in. On it, she stood to full height again, hands gripping the top of the backrest.<br/><br/>"While you're here, I don't suppose there are any ailments or injuries that need to be taken care of? May as well get those done with," Stefan offered. Mikhail hadn't seemed wounded at all, though the strange colour of his monotone eyes, as well as the apparent foresight he'd displayed in the woods, made Stefan imagine he was a little more than human. It was always worth making sure mutant arrivals at the facility weren't about to blow up and take a chunk of it with them.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>The argument between Magpie and the man that attacked her made the newcomer frown hard. Attacking someone over money wasn't something she approved of, and she pointed her pistol more firmly at the man when he started going off about things that were barely decipherable. She was half ready to shoot him just to shut him up, but Magpie's glance out of their isolated alcove alerted her of oncoming guards.<br/><br/>Swiftly, she stowed the pistol beneath her opposite arm, and crossed both over her chest to conceal it and look more casual. Owning a gun wasn't illegal, but she doubted guards would appreciate her waving a weapon around at someone. The huge dog from earlier re-entered the scene soon after, successfully neutralizing the threat of the knife-wielding man. When he went down, the hooded woman strolled forward and kicked the blade away with a very relaxed swing of her foot, sending the weapon clanking away into the darker corner of the half-alley.<br/><br/>Magpie's explanation made her exhale sharply through her nose. While she said nothing to go against her explanation, she subtly raised a few fingers on a crossed arm and rapped them against her other forearm, as if to ask how Magpie's wound was doing. She was sure the guards would catch up on a bleeding gash, so hiding it may have been in her best interest.