Mikhail had turned when Rock Hammer had asked for Stefan, but didn’t make a move until the doctor asked him to ‘lend a hand’. He wasn’t sure quite what he could do, but he followed all the same. At least, he tried to until Stefan vanished. After navigating his way into the other room, he stood at the doorway until he was brushed past by the Stalkers that were carting in Viktor and Darren.<br/><br/>He followed into the room after them, and not longer after was hit by both the sounds of sickness, and the smell— which came down on him like a wall, of pure unadulterated vomit. He made a face and slowly familiarized himself with the room, eventually walking over to where Stefan was tending to Viktor.<br/><br/>Mikhail made a bit of a noise right before Stefan stuck his ethereal hands into Viktor’s stomach, but covered it with a cough. He had half expected Viktor to respond in regards to the whole ‘reach into your guts’ thing, but then he surmised that the mushroom juice must’ve been pretty powerful stuff. And he thought he’d been a nuisance by crushing a wheelbarrow.<br/><br/>Then again, maybe Stefan was just a terribly patient person, and had a very high tolerance for other people’s bullshit.<br/><br/>Receiving a few glimpses of the scene around him, Mikhail’s head turned down towards Viktor’s bucket, and then at Viktor, and regarded him for a briefly moment before rather quickly making his way over to Stefan, who was now helping Ruffus. “Any assistance needed?” he asked quietly.