As Inga trailed after Viktor, she half listened to his conversation with the other men while scanning the market. Food, fabrics, any scraps of things that might be useful. Everyone looked tired. She supposed she looked tired, too. As the men walked away, she paused. What exactly was a brothel, anyway. She turned, opening her mouth to pose the question, but bumped into Viktor instead, who had stalled at the doorframe. She frowned and peered around the corner, then froze when she saw the injured man from earlier who was now unnaturally still. Inga gasped slightly and stepped back outside, leaning against the rough wooden wall of the building.<br/><br/>Viktor appeared a few moments later with the small dog in his arms. She paused at the sight of it, then tentatively reached out to pet it's small head. It whimpered softly and leaned into her hand. When Viktor asked his question, she didn't answer at first.<br/><br/>It was a less violent display than earlier, she supposed. But it was another dead body she had seen in days since they had left, and before then she had never seen any. Why has her parents wanted to leave? Life in the bunker was boring, but they were safe there. Her parents could still be here if they hadn't left. But now they were dead. Her face crumpled into a frown.<br/><br/>"I hate it out here," Inga said. "I don't know why we left our bunker. Everyone dies out here and my parents are gone and I keep almost getting killed and my head won't stop hurting." A string of statements she hasn't meant to say. She didn't know why she was telling Viktor this, and she was suddenly furious she had. She turned away as Rock and Darina emerged, avoiding seeing the body a second time. The dog whined at her again, but she didn't reach out to stroke it.<br/><br/><br/>Magpie had quickly made her exit form the town square. The problem, was, though, a woman with an overly large dog was a description that only fit so many people, and the man had obviously noticed her. She tried to move nonchalantly, totally aware that the man was following her. She quietly reached for her knife, then concealed it in her hand.<br/><br/>"Hey," the man yelled at her. She moved a little faster, and realized Tiny, who would have provided some help, had totally failed to follow her, because he was infuriating. "Hey, I know you," the man said. "If you're who I think you are-" He was practically on top of her. "If you're that Krupin b-"<br/><br/>She turned around, and punched him square in the jaw. He had a knife in his hand, so she felt okay about snapping open hers- although she probably would have felt okay about it anyway. As she moved towards him, he recovered and slashed at her, making a deep line in her arm. She cursed. And of course she was alone. Perfect. Just her and a man who wanted her dead.