Liliana's blank face registered no emotion at the mutant's not-so-expected response, and as he walked past her to the one of the slaughtered beasts with the intent of a bloody meal she made no movement. Once he a few yards away she hazarded and uncharacteristic glance over her shoulder in his direction- just in time to see him glance over his shoulder and ask himself a question. Unashamedly she continued to stare, until the hulking figure bent down with a knife in his hand to begin the arduous process of skinning the mammal, still talking to himself in a voice that was obviously only meant for himself. Curious. She had often wondered what an "inner" voice sounded like when it was no longer inside. She left her empty eyes on the strange giant for only a moment more before turning back to her boss, the Razorback piglet hot on her heels. She flipped her hood up in one smooth motion and the dark gold of her hair was swallowed in shadow.<br/><br/>"You two," he barked quietly, his voice somehow carrying across the clearing, "go grab one of them bears, strap it on. Dem, get that gear packed, we can't stay here. Andrei, go find Ivan and Zak. When we're - "<br/><br/>The sound of the roar, farther away than before, echoed through the clearing again and was immediately followed with shrill screams. An expression of concern flitted across all of the harvester's faces (except Liliana) and they stopped what they were doing. Like a shot the hunters were off, gone almost before anyone could see them leave. For a minute the remaining men stared after them, a small wave of indecision flickering through their eyes. Finally, the leader spoke again. "Nay, lads. We'll stay out of the way on this one. Just do your jobs and keep your heads - " For the umpteenth time that morning, his words were interrupted as he caught sight of yet another stranger on the outskirts of the Redwood campsite.<br/><br/>Liliana's eyes felt to him as well. He had a weapon, but it was on his back and his gait was non-threatening, almost a saunter. From the depths of her hood she studied what features of him she could discern from within his swathes of clothing. He was maybe a little taller than a lot of the men she had seen and didn't seem to be quite as lean as most of them, though it was hard to tell beneath his clothing. She kept her eyes on him as he approached, until he too dashed away after the hunters.<br/><br/>She turned back to the packing men. Demitri was currently trying to convince the tortoise to stand so that he could finish strapping the rucksacks and boxes to the reptile's shell, but so far Legko had declined to even extend his head beyond it's confines. A wave of light irritation passed through the dead-eyed woman as she watched the man's futile attempts to coax the tortoise, and when that didn't work, to push him. Really? He was going to lift the eight-foot-long tortoise? Had she been the demonstrative sort, she would have rolled her eyes to the heights of the haze-riddled sky.<br/><br/>Instead, she reached into the satchel at her side and retrieved another length of green-and-purple vine, then leaned over and held it enticingly a few inches in front of Legko's nostrils. A rather high-pitched coo emitted from the previously-unresponsive shell and his head hesitantly emerged, extending farther as Liliana slowly withdrew the juicy plant. Finally, his neck fully extended, followed by his feet, and he heaved himself up with a little groan of effort. The woman tossed him the vine and scratched the top of his head, giving a soft murmur in Polish.<br/><br/>Demitri made a childish face and gave a quietly muttered "show-off" before strapping the luggage securely. If she heard, Liliana gave no notice; her attention returning to the heavily-muscled man currently tearing into the sinew of a bear and talking to himself.