Inga passed her time in the Stalker base mostly by hiding from other people. It wasn’t that she liked anyone, exactly, besides her general animosity towards conversation. Everyone was friendly and patient with her and her lack of temper, and asked questions but usually dropped it when she made her displeasure clear. There were only a few people that made Inga actually uncomfortable or angry, and they were easy enough to steer clear of.<br/><br/>It was, in fact, the general lack of irritation directed towards her that made her anxious. It was just an unusual feeling to not be in constant combat with the people around her, so she stuck to just avoiding them. She mostly stuck to the library, except when the girl from their group who she had had an awkward conversation with when they had first arrived was there. Then she usually hid somewhere else and glowered at anyone who found her.<br/><br/>The library was mostly devoid of anything interesting, but she read anything that looked like it might be good. It usually wasn’t, but it was something to do. She found, surprisingly, one of the books she had been looking for, but it was the fifth, so it wasn’t helpful. Still, after Inga was done ogling at the dramatic increase in thickness, she swiped it. She wouldn’t be reading it for a while, but she wasn’t coming back for it.<br/><br/>Now, though, her time was occupied by waiting. Waiting, waiting, and more waiting. Until Viktor announced it was time to depart. After a few frantic moments of gathering up her supplies and the dog that had taken to following her around when he wasn’t sticking to Viktor, she headed out after him.<br/><br/>The cold air surprised her- she hadn’t been outside since arriving. Inga wrapped her scarf more tightly around herself, and stomped through the snow up to him. “When do we leave?” She asked.<br/><br/>—<br/><br/>Magpie had passed her time a bit more comfortably- she’d made a few buddies at the Stalker base, with Nikita’s help and without. Some had tipped her off a few leads on where to go hunting for valuable garbage from the old world. About ninety percent of it was total crap, and the other ten percent was probably crap, but it was appreciated none the same.<br/><br/>She was with Nikita when the message from Viktor came on his PDA, so she followed him to the truck. It was, in fact, a reasonably cool truck. She watched Tiny stick his snout in every crevice of it for a minute, then turned and watched others show up at varying speeds. She raised her eyebrow slightly at Inga- she would be surprised if Viktor didn’t make the kid stay at the base, or at least make an attempt.