“It’s still out there?” Mikhail asked, visibly paling. While he didn’t exactly witness the whole fight, he thought Stefan had done quite a number on the hound. If that hadn’t killed it, Mikhail wasn’t sure what would. He listened intently, shifting uncomfortably at the idea that the thing that had tailed him in the woods could last four days with those grievous injuries. He wished he could do that, but no, instead he couldn’t see. Life was so good to him.<br/><br/>With the discussion of the hound seemingly over, Mikhail foresaw that Stefan was directing him somewhere, and started moving towards the door a few seconds before he was prompted to do so. He also began speaking immediately after Stefan was finished, having had time to think about his response before Stefan had even begun to speak. “Uh, yes! I believe,” Mikhail said with an affirmative nod. He hadn’t actually been in any sort of hydroponic garden, but considering the origins in the word, he had some idea. “Water gardens? Or something like that? Never been to one personally.”<br/><br/>He missed the door by a few inches and bumped into the edge of the door frame. He grunted and with his cane began to narrow down the dimensions of the door. He corrected himself and went through it. “What kind of stuff are you guys growing there?” he asked out of curiosity, since Stefan seemed a little grumpy about the lack of variety. Mikhail would just be intrigued by a self-sufficient supply of food for an entire community, but he supposed when you ate the same thing for every square meal every day, things were bound to get boring.