Inga shrugged off Viktor’s attempts of comfort with her usual grace and joined the group moving forward. At first she stomped forward to the front of the group, fuming silently. However, as the group continued on, she eventually lagged to the back- although her anger level remained about the same. If the small girl struggled with the trek, she refused to show it.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Magpie hung to the back as well, but by choice instead of fatigue. She walked through the forest, keeping her mind blank. Dwell too much on the gore and it would start to get to a person. She’d seen it happen to comrades, and she had no intention to let it happen to her. Instead, she skimmed the forest for threats, none of which appeared. The walk was in fact, comfortably boring. Tiny stuck to her side the whole time. The forest was quiet as they moved toward Moscow.<br/><br/>When they arrived, Magpie freed her flashlight from her bag, following the group as she clicked it on. Inga looked uncertainly at the light, and Magpie half smiled at her. “Stick close, kid,” she said as she advanced into the tunnel.