"Hmmm." Nikita gave Magpie's question a thought, his face wrinkling as his lips pursed to the side and his brow skin furrowed up slightly to reveal more of his eyes. The skin kinetically moved on its own to follow the movement of his facial muscles, causing the expression to look more readable, but strangely exaggerated to anyone not used to it. He brought up his right hand to his chin, his thumb resting on one side and his forefinger tapping at the other impatiently. The skin of the two missing  fingers curled around his hand as if they had a mind of their own.<br/><br/>"We've already gotten food, and nobody's around the main area this time of day..." His eyes widened suddenly and with an "Oh, yeah!" he turned to the bony stick of a woman and asked, "Have you gotten a place here to stay yet? Theres a bunch of villagers with extra rooms they probably wouldn't mind sharing, you should definitely talk to Karga, her place is probably the cleanest place to wash up, there's almost no leeches and - oh man that woman can<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>drink, there was one time..."<br/><br/>The saggy mutant got caught up in his story, getting further and further from the original point of the conversation. The two of them continued walking, occasionally making turns whenever they got to the end of the hall, sometimes stopping to greet a Stalker walking the other way. Several minutes later, the mutant was still animatedly talking.<br/><br/>"...and we went inside and there was oil all over the place. No clue how, but then -," he stopped as he spotted a familiar face, the skin on his cheeks pulling out into a toothy grin. He waved. "Oi, Viktor! Long time no see!"