Liliana's stare shifted to the ground at Viktor's terse whisper, but she gave a short nod in response. She stayed near the strange, waifish child, not openly observing her but just keeping her in the peripheral of her unfocused gaze. The child seemed restless, to put it mildly, but the blonde woman supposed that was normal in her situation. She made herself comparatively comfortable again, her back against the same space of wall it had occupied before the latest arrival, piglet immediately snuggling close against her stomach within the warm cocoon of her coat. Liliana intended to offer the painfully thin girl some of the hard biscuits from her knapsack, but before the thought could become actions, she had fallen into the dreamless black sleep of the exhausted. Even the Stalker's last few words faded.<br/><br/>As usual, she slept hard and not very long. She awoke before the call from the Stalker on watch, but remained quiet and still. The warm, soft breathing of people around her was hypnotic, and though it would have been an ideal time for thoughtful contemplation or day-dreaming, Liliana simply let herself remain empty for a few more moments. As everyone else shuffled into wakefulness, the blank-staring woman stood without a trace of stiffness and flipped her hood over her head, the blonde shifting to the faded black of her parka.<br/><br/>The vehicles rumbled up quickly, but she took her cue from the Stalkers and accepted them passively. The thinner of the girl-children approached several Stalkers, but they avoided her almost subconsciously, clearly still very put off by her display yesterday. Sandpaper Pipes didn't seem to have the same scruples, offering casual conversation and even his (oddly frequent) smile to her half-hearted request. Liliana was unwilling to break into their conversation, but the thoughts she had abandoned last night had returned. One hand retrieved a small, rectangular box from her knapsack, and in a few strides she stood next to the tangled child. She popped the lid and wordlessly but pointedly extended the tin of dried biscuits to her, an additional strip of dried meat held fast beneath her thumb.<br/><br/>Her empty stare already turned to Rock. She was fairly certain he would fit in one of these rugged-looking cars, assuming he wanted to go. His words hadn't made much sense the day before, during his little... episode... but Liliana was fairly certain he had said "No" to something. Aware that the bit of food had been taken from her palm, she delved into the sack again and scrounged up a similar arrangement for the other child and her dead man's puppy in the group. Liliana handed it to her in the same, silent but obvious fashion, then headed toward the behemoth. The woman with the auburn hair and similar tastes to the giant asked where they were headed, but she remembered from yesterday; a warehouse, out west. Unless the plans had changed. Her blank eyes landed on Rock's face, then shifted to the rumbling vehicles again. Viktor had every right to change his mind about the giant's invitation, but he had dragged him along this far without complaint.<br/><br/>The murky stare lingered for a moment, then flicked back to Rock; in a rare expression, she quirked one brow in an unspoken question.<span style="font-style: italic">Last chance. Do you want to go west?</span>