If Rock Hammer had wanted to make himself as unapproachable as physically possible, he could not have done it a better way than to turn a carcass inside-out and strap it to his bulky muscles. As the man who had been sent after the hunting workers returned, the two trappers in tow, the three of them gave Rock a wide berth. Andrei was more familiar and only stared as long as it took him to realize the flesh on his body was not his own, but the other two were newer to the situation and cast a far more fearful gaze on the giant. They weren't around to have their hides saved by his ferocious boulder-tossing and animalistic bellowing, after all. They seemed to throw a few quiet questions Andrei's way, but to all appearances he waved them off and continued as though he were not bothered in the slightest. He was, of course; no matter how removed from society, it was not a very human trait to strap the edible parts of a carcass to one's own skin.<br/><br/>Those three were not the only ones to stop and watch the behemoth heft the boulder from the squashed pile that had been a very real threat only minutes ago. As the hands large enough to crush the life from a decent-sized mammal snapped the dead creatures spine, there was a visible wince from the group of harvesters; not that they were squeamish about such a thing, but something about watching that particular mutant doing the snapping seemed different than if a normal-sized man wearing normal clothes had done it. It seemed darker. More primal. Liliana could feel the nerves, previously stifled in gratitude, start to flare up again in the souls of the men she traveled with. Even the ones who had been absorbed in the packing turned to face the man in the skins as they finished, including the leader of the group.<br/><br/>"Did he just say something about poodles?" Liliana heard her boss murmur to himself, almost imperceptibly.<br/><br/>As the rock-thrower approached the campsite, dragging the broken and battered carcass of the bear, a few of her fellow employees made as though to stand in front of her protectively. They stopped when she took a step forward to meet the approaching giant, her face turning up to meet his gaze with her own murky, totally void optics. Her nose twitched as the smell hit her; spilled blood was one thing, but eviscerated and congealing intestines and organs and whatever the man had decided to make use of was a different story entirely. At the polite question, her gaze flickered over to Legko's already burdened shell, one bear carcass already securely strapped down over their boxes of their equipment. She turned her face back up to him.<br/><br/>"No," she answered, quietly but clearly. A beat passed. She slowly extended her hand and pointed to his midsection, where the bear had mauled his abdominal wall. It was now well-covered by the skin of an undeterminable animal and some bloody meat and colon-rope, but Liliana remembered how it had looked. "You want help?" She asked simply, the tip of her extended finger only a foot away from actually touching him. It hadn't seemed to bother him as he roughly cut through tough sinew and fleshy fibers to skin the beast that had provided his new, fragrant armor (actually, it hadn't really seemed to bother him right after it happened), but she felt she should ask.