Viktor frowned lightly at Magpie's laughter. They could have died, yes. But it wasn't a matter of 'could have' for a lot of people that day. The stranger they picked up in the woods, Liliana's logging crew. All of them had been taken violently from the world in a single day. It was hard to think about, but not something to dwell on. A harsh fact of life in Russia's untamed, dangerous wilderness was that anyone, at any moment, could be blinked out of existence. Whether by monsters from another world, sickness, or even a bullet, death was a constant risk and a tragic consequence of being unprepared.<br/><br/>A tight-lipped expression was held for a few moments as he lowered his head, but with a deep inhale, he looked back up with a more neutral expression. "Yeah, it could be worse. At least we managed to get out of there in one piece." It wasn't easy to see the positives in such a situation, but at least they'd now get some much-needed rest.  A loose piece of rebar that had been left behind during the sweep of the campfire area worked as a decent enough poker to nudge the fire a bit, pushing the material around to help light it up more completely. Left alone for a few moments, he watched the dancing flames in silence, considering just how eventful the day had been. After all this, boredom was never something he'd be able to take for granted.<br/><br/>Inga's words took him out of the short trance, and he set the now-heated piece of metal aside, balancing the hot end between two of the concrete blocks that made up the fire's border. "What's left of it. From what I've seen in books and pictures, this place actually used to be pretty nice. At least, less of it was collapsed." Viktor had little knowledge of what pre-apocalypse society in Russia was actually like, and his sights of it were limited to preserved books, postcards, and photographs that had been scavenged from the ruins of the old world.