Nikolav's eyes wandered around Viktor's workshop as the rest of the group found places to settle into. She imagined the room was a lot like other places and she wondered if other storage containers looked like this on the inside. The voices in her head talked amongst themselves as her eyes passed over tools and work benches. Her mind wandered as the others in the room conversed while she got lost in thought.<br/><br/>Her attention snapped back as Viktor started pulling the items from the bag the grabbed off the dead man. Her eyes fondled the knife and the rebreather.<span style="font-style: italic">Get the mask and knife</span>the voices shouted in her head. The knife and mask shifted slightly on the table as she focused intently on them. The rebreather proved too heavy to move, but the knife slid slowly across the table, shifting and turning as it was pulled along.<br/><br/>"Come on", she whispered to herself as the knife tugged across the table. Finally it dropped off the table and into the air, Nikolav shifted her bag while opening it and pointed the knife's tip towards the bag and pulled it swiftly in. Hoping no one noticed she stepped to the table and grabbed the mask and a few of the straps of the rebreather and stuffed them into her now open bag. Closing the bag and pushing it back into it's usual spot she followed behind the group as they left.<br/><br/>Her eyes scanned around the base while she looked for something to do. "Better not go up there yet", she said to herself eyeing the stair case that led to the second floor. Within a few moments of looking she noticed a small library off to the corner of the lounge opposite of her. She walked quickly towards the library. As she passed she heard the sound of Darren and Viktor's drinking. It wasn't long before she found a small book on caring for dogs.<span style="font-style: italic">I always wanted a dog</span>she thought to herself as she sat and opened the book and began reading.