At the least, Inga appreciated that Viktor didn't attempt to give her some pat response about how everything was going to be alright. If he had, she most probably would have attempted to start a fight with a grown man. Instead, she slid down to ground and let the dog crawl up on top of her, sniffing and licking at her face. She lacked the energy to push it away, and she supposed it was sort of comforting.<br/><br/>As she sat there, she turned Viktor's offer over in her mind. She didn't really have any other options, which made her want to dig her heels in and say no. The idea of doing something simply because she had to was not something that appealed. But this wasn't really something to throw a temper tantrum about and walk away from just to prove she could. She really had absolutely no options. She slumped a little, and the dog whined loudly. "Oh, shut up," she muttered, stroking it's head absently.<br/><br/>And the words about her head made her pause. Until he pointed it out, her headache hadn't seemed to be something to worry about. But then, this constant ache was unusual. She'd had headaches, but this one had persisted beyond a normal duration. Had something happened to her? An unsettling feeling sank into her bones. Inga had heard, of course, of people who had mutations of the mind besides the body- and she had endured a portal storm. What if...<br/><br/>But that wasn't something she wanted to think about. She shoved the thought away and stood, scooping the pup up in her arms. Then, stomping her boots loudly against the ground, she paced over to the door- and stopped at the horrible smell. After her eyes stopped watering from the stench, Inga said, "I'm coming with you." It felt less like she was accepting a gracious offer when she put it that way. She watched them pack boxes as the dog squirmed in her arms.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Both Magpie and her assailant paused mid fight at the sound of the gun. They looked up at the unfamiliar woman, but Magpie tried to keep her eye on the man. Well, she supposed that answered her question of where her stupid dog had gotten off to. Honestly. At least he had gotten back up by accident. Or at least she hoped it was backup.<br/><br/>"She owes me money," the man said, pointing a very accusatory knife at Magpie, who automatically stepped back. "Made off with my profits when we made a deal couple months back."<br/><br/>Magpie raised her hands. "Hey, as far as I can tell, all deals become void when the other party attempts to knife the other in the middle of the night."<br/><br/>"I only did that because I knew you were eyin' my loot!"<br/><br/>She snorted. "Yeah, but I didn't touch it."<br/><br/>As he sputtered something else that was entirely ludicrous, Magpie suddenly noticed that town guards were fast approaching. Now that was something she really didn't need. She whistled for Tiny and, as he got a step too close, she swept her foot out and knocked his foot out from beneath him. Tiny barked and, with a few gigantic steps, landed on top of the man.<br/><br/>"We're okay!" She yelled at the guards, who had just stopped uncertainly- they hadn't seen her knock his legs out from underneath him. "My dog's just a little over friendly, is all." Tiny barked excitedly as the man swore very quietly. The mutt wasn't going to do much besides lick his face too much, but his size was a good intimidation factor. She stepped back, watching the crowds and hoping they would disperse and whoever had decided to call the guards wouldn't press the issue.