While Liliana wasted no time in getting the injured man elsewhere, Viktor hung back slightly as they neared the outpost. There would hardly be room for everyone inside, especially considering the size of one of their company and Viktor's own small platoon of hunters. As anyone would be after the day's extremely tiring events, most of them seemed antsy to get somewhere they could rest. While a station likely wouldn't be the most comfortable place, even if it did have a common room of some sort, it would be their best bet for a while. Instead of bringing his whole squad along, Viktor stopped and turned to address them.<br/><br/>"Today's been one hell of a day. All of you need to get some rest. Anyone been around here before?" He asked, addressing the whole of his group. A few gave some confirmations, whether simple 'Yeah's or just nods, while the more inexperienced of the hunters denied any past expeditions to the underground city. "Well then, it's about time you get acquainted with this place. Anyone who's been around, congratulations. You've been promoted to babysitters. Show each other around, get something to eat, pack up on supplies. And don't start any trouble. We're all on break." A wave of relief came over the hunters, and some immediately began to wander off back towards the town proper. Viktor stopped them with a quick whistle. "You see any brothels, you stay out of there. We're on a budget. Don't waste it," he ordered.<br/><br/>One hunter turned around halfway through a step, immediately ready to argue. "Aw, boss. Come on. Like you said, it's been a long day. We're getting all stressed out here, yeah?" Attempting to gain favor of some other hunters, he put his hands on the shoulders of the two nearest. One of them immediately brushed his hand off. "Why can't we let off a little steam?"<br/><br/>With a half-frown, Viktor loosely crossed his arms. "Never said you couldn't. You're lucky enough to still have both your hands. Make 'em useful." He gestured with one hand in a slightly suggestive manner, drawing much amusement from the other hunters. The attempts at diplomacy from his opponent hadn't ended yet, however.<br/><br/>"What, alone? That's boring!" The hunter complained, unhappily stuffing his hands into the pockets of his coat. "What's a few rounds' worth going to cost us, anyway? Three magazines worth of bullets at most?"<br/><br/>Viktor shook his head. "If you're so intent on this, then pair up. Ruslan's looking pretty lonely," He joked, making a motion towards one of the hunters near the back of the group with his head. Immediately, said hunter raised both hands and walked away, while some of the others broke into laughter at the display. Viktor himself smiled a bit at the reaction, while the arguing hunter gave up. Viktor gave him a quick pat on the shoulder, to which he responded with a bump of his fist against the leader's vest.<br/><br/>"I want a raise," He jokingly demanded, walking off with some of the other hunters. The group dispersed to go check out the town, while Viktor remained with the others of the company in case some extra help was needed.<br/><br/>Standing by the doorframe, he looked into the outpost's room, eyeing the situation inside. The wounded man, now giving off a noxious stench with his bandages removed, was soon no longer 'wounded.' Liliana had decided he was no longer able to be helped. Viktor could scarcely disagree, from what he'd seen of his condition. If he'd even still been alive when she stabbed his heart, it must have been only a faint spark of life left in his broken, decaying body. Mercy came, swift and sharp, and whatever suffering he may have felt was silenced. Viktor frowned, about to leave the working space, when a motion in the still body's clothes caught his attention.<br/><br/>Out from it crawled the small pup that had been accompanying him, shaken up from the long journey and unresponsiveness of his master. A few futile licks to the body's face, followed by some distraught whines, made Viktor feel a sinking in his stomach not unlike a sickness. A mix of guilt and sympathy came over him as he watched the small creature try repeatedly to wake the man he'd been accompanying.<br/><br/>Kneeling, Viktor made a quiet clicking noise to draw the dog's attention, extending one of his hands toward it. After a few attempts, the animal finally stepped off of the body, making its way towards Viktor with ears pressed flat and tail hanging low. Viktor very gently rubbed the dog's head with his fingertips, and as it got closer and started to climb up his leg, he carefully picked up and cradled it, turning around to sit on the floor and lean against the wall.<br/><br/>Silent for a few moments, he turned his attention towards Inga, as she had remained nearby. He couldn't imagine being in such unfamiliar territory was comforting. While she hardly proved herself talkative, it was at least worth a shot to check up on her. "How are you holding up?" He asked, idly petting the dog in his arms. The small creature's head, resting on Viktor's bicep, moved a little so he was watching Inga.