Inga did not precisely remember falling asleep, but she woke up when the others began moving around to start the day. She cracked her eyes open slowly, and even though she wanted to turn over to go back to sleep, she forced herself to sit up and rub her face. As she did, she noticed the puppy curled up on the floor next to her. Pressing her chapped lips together, she nudged the dog with her hand. The puppy blinked and raised his head to look up at her, then yawned and flopped back down. Inga scowled as she stood up, muttering under her breath. Still, she scooped the dog up in her arms, then stood and began to look for what everyone else was doing.<br/><br/>She emerged outside in the limited sunlight, stopping briefly in the doorway in surprise at the sight of the vehicles. One of the Stalkers nearly ran into her, but instead moved her aside with a large hand. She stumbled briefly over her feet, then moved more quickly towards the cars. Inga wasn't sure if she was supposed to be in one particular place, but part of her was a little afraid she'd be left behind, so she quickly picked one of the flatbed trucks and climbed into the back before anyone could tell her not to.<br/><br/>However, before she could climb up on the truck, she was distracted by the silent woman- she almost ran into her outstretched arm, then stopped, staring at her hand and what it held. She glanced from the food up to the woman's face, but the older woman seemed to fairly determined not to look at her. Nervous that the offer of food would be rescinded if she said anything, she took the dried meat and a biscuit from the tin and headed back towards the trucks again, hurriedly scarfing down the food as she walked.<br/><br/>Finally, she reached the vehicles. Flopping onto the truck, she placed the puppy in her lap and patted it, trying to keep the dog from squirming. After feeding the dog some of the dried meat, she absently began combing through her thick hair with her fingers- she'd acquired too many tangles over the last few days, and she didn't have a comb. But working through knots of hair with just her hands was far from easy.<br/><br/>Magpie had woken up a few minutes before the trucks had rolled up to the building, so she was ready to head outside with the rest of the group when the time came. While she would have preferred sitting in a jeep, Tiny made that an impossibility- unless she just dumped him in one of the flatbed trucks and then climbed onto a jeep. She considered it very briefly, then decided that was probably not good etiquette. She was still trying to make a good impression with this group, after all. Magpie walked up to one of the trucks and patted the flatbed. "Up," She said to Tiny, who thankfully complied without a fuss. She hopped aboard herself, leaving her legs dangling off the edge for a brief moment as she checked her gear to make sure she still had everything.