Their current shelter looked rather abysmal, but Darina was relieved by the fact that, at least, no guns were pointing in their direction inside a confined space. From the look of things, if they stayed any longer in the Underbelly she might’ve stolen some supplies and possibly get them into more trouble, anyway. Maybe they could hunt some more animals while up here, and it looked like Viktor had more people who could find him and his comrades and bring them to safety.<br/><br/>Besides, miraculously, she was still full from her previous meal, though now the thought gave her concern. Did that mean that dead human meat—or human meat, period—was the best solution to her Hunger? She didn’t want to think about it, partly out of disgust, but partly, and shamefully, because it would disappoint her to stop. The euphoria of satisfying her hunger with that first bite of the poor dead man was still embedded in her mind, and the clarity it gave her senses was addicting. Often her enhanced senses needed concentration to operate, but for those precious few minutes after she had eaten her fill, they came to her with ease, as if her brain had always been evolved enough to take them the way dogs do. The way predators do.<br/><br/>She shook her head, sighing, deciding to distract herself by looking through her supplies. Just as she had thought, the man had taken her bullets. She had stowed some other less-obvious supplies in hidden pockets which he had mercifully left untouched: the garrote wire was still there, though who knew what on earth she would use that for; the extra Swiss army knife was still there, because of course a bandit must always have more than one knife (though this made three, and she had nicked it off someone else a month ago); God, he didn’t touch the absinthe either, something she had now grown very attached to; rope, her gun sans magazine, a last act of begrudging mercy from the guard’s part, maybe, her first aid and antibac spray were still in there, too. Unfortunately, no food or water.<br/><br/>“I can take first watch,” she said, figuring she might as well earn their trust, and some more supplies. Before she could say anything more, though, the air vibrated with Rock Hammer’s wheezing breath. Despite the situation, she found herself grinning. Well, nothing breeds attachment like consuming a human corpse together. She wasn’t sure if Rock felt like himself—what<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>that mean for someone like him?—but nevertheless, she walked up to the behemoth as he made his way to the makeshift shelter’s entrance.<br/><br/>“Welcome back to the land of the living,” she said, putting on a kind smile for the poor man. Her eyes landed momentarily on the older man, the one who had knocked Rock unconscious. Just as with Rock, she was very afraid of this man, and yet infinitely curious about him, too. Why was she always drawn to dangerous things? Must be what a life with bandits taught you. Shaking her head, she looked back up at Rock Hammer and, carefully, patted his arm. At this point, her nose had adapted enough to his odor that it wasn’t so much setting off sensory alarms in her head as being a dull nuisance at its fringes. “You’re alright, we’re safe,” she said lamely by way of comfort. Did he feel pain?<br/><br/>Something prickled her ear, like a drop of melted snow. Her head jerked to the right, following the faint sound. Above the low moaning of the wind came another, a pitter-patter of light feet on ash and snow. She scanned the ruins outside their building and couldn’t see anything just yet, but someone else was out there. That was new; her hearing, though augmented, hadn’t been that sensitive before, but here it was. The sound stopped, and Darina frowned, wondering if she was just hearing things. The faint noise was there again, and getting closer. Around it, she heard other, similar sounds, perhaps from vermin that stalked the ruins, or the hum of life from the Underbelly below, but there must be something about this thing, or person, that was different from these others. Another mutant, maybe?<br/><br/>“Hey,” she said, looking back at the rest of the group, “someone or something might be out there. Not big, not armed, as far as I can tell, but it might be making its way here.” She'd volunteer to search, but she wasn't willing to do that with a gun that had no bullets, and right now she figured it might be too early to beg for that. Better they do the scouting, for now.