Viktor's decision to move out was met with swift action. Inga blinked and scrambled to make certain that she had everything, then began running after them, having to move quickly to keep up with their longer stride. Magpie whistled to command Tiny to follow them, then swung her gun to her side, ready for use. She loped after them, in no apparent hurry. Still, her eyes constantly flicked to the surrounding treetops, on the lookout for movement.<br/><br/>They crested the hill, and they saw even more people. Inga began to scowl, but her face froze when she saw the giant man. Did people really grow that big? She knew that she hadn't seen very many people outside her family, but this man's size seemed impossible. She bit her cracked lip, glancing away from him and instead scrutinizing the other people. A woman- not much larger than Inga, which was a rare occurrence- with a perfectly poised blank face. Two men, one with a gleeful expression that she immediately resented and the other who looked half dead. Some group.<br/><br/>Magpie gave the group a once over, her eyebrow arching higher and higher with each look. The giant man was probably one of the more horrifying things she'd seen, but if he kept them alive through brute force she wouldn't complain. She dismissed the two men out of hand- one was obviously simple and the other badly injured. They probably wouldn't survive. The woman was interesting, though. Magpie couldn't read anything from her expression, which was rare. She grinned to herself. This group would be likely entertaining.<br/><br/>They paused, trying to plan their next move. When Lazarus tried to leave, Magpie snorted in laughter. "In that state you're not going anywhere." With her gun, she gestured lazily to Rock Hammer. "Get giant meat man here to carry you, unless you're interested in getting picked over by carrion. If he doesn't want to I'm sure someone here is willing to be a good samaritan." She adjusted her mask so it would be more easily pulled over her face. Magpie didn't intend to be caught unprepared. "We going?"<br/><br/>Inga didn't say anything, merely jammed her hands in her voluminous coat pockets and listened to the conversation. Her head was aching again, and the possible threat growing in the horizon made her just want to clear out as fast as possible.