The group left the town in relative silence, too exhausted by the events of the day for much talking. Inga, although the surface was more foreign to her, was still relieved when the sky opened up above them- being underground was familiar to her, but she'd rather be away from those people and in the open than with them in the relative safety of the tunnels.<br/><br/>However, the ruins of the city gave her pause. She had never seen anything so vast in her life. Stopping midstep, she tilted her head back and squinted up at the skyline. One of the group bumped into her and nearly bowled her other, and hastily Inga regained her balance. She scowled at the Stalker who had run into her and ran on ahead.<br/><br/>She ran into the building along with the others in the group, then stopped, looking all around the room. It was mostly empty of anything useful, the building ransacked by looters long ago. However, the group made due with the scraps and slowly arranged a fire. Inga paused, then tried to find additional rubble to throw into the flames.<br/><br/>She returned in time to hear Viktor's comment, and sat down on the ground a few feet away. Magpie was nearby, still standing. The woman laughed shortly at Viktor's statement, then said, "could have been worse, we could have died. Lost supplies." She picked idly at something in her mouth. Magpie had quickly fallen in step with the rest of the group, doing her best to seek like she had always been part of the team. It was something she excelled at.<br/><br/>Tiny paced around behind them, then bounded over to Inga to lick her ear. He paused, and began to sniff her eagerly. She pushed at his snout, but then remembered why he was most likely interested. As Magpie whistled to get Tiny's attention, she unbuttoned her jacket. The puppy yapped at her as he tumbled out, his paws splaying out underneath himself. Immediately, the dog scampered away, to explore the building. Inga watched it for a moment, then turned back to the fire. "Is this Moscow? Or- what Moscow used to be?"