“Fuck,” Darina muttered, her stomach turning as it began digesting the raw meat. God dammit, why did it have to be raw meat? She glanced at the monster wrapped in bear flesh and who-knew-what-else and gulped, her mouth watering. Was this what she should expect down the line? To degenerate into a beast? Clearing her throat, she rejoined the others after they’ve finished with salvaging what they could. The girl with the blank eyes looked like she had what she needed, and the hunters seemed ready to go, too. His men were antsy, waiting for his cue.<br/><br/>“Let’s get the hell away from this place,” she muttered to Scott, glad in the small saving grace of her senses dulling as her body processed her meal. The smells would stay with her for a long time, though. As the de facto leader of their group spoke with the teenager, Darina glanced about uneasily, wishing they would get a move-on soon. Unable to stand waiting a second longer, she clicked her tongue and waved to the leader. “Hey! We better move before someone litters the ground with our guts. Ahh, shit.”<br/><br/>Impatient, she trudged off towards the path, still keeping some distance between herself and the others. Especially the giant. God, she could use a smoke right now. The vials of absinthe she had been saving up for forever were still in her pack. She could drink them now, just to dull her senses some more, but it didn’t seem prudent. Maybe when they get to Moscow. Or maybe when they catch up to those Mystic bandits and pay them back for their infractions.<br/><br/>In the meantime, she had these people. Would they tear her apart if they somehow found out? Already she could tell Scott was a bit wary of her, but she needed information. "Let's hope we don't run into whatever it is that did a number on them," she muttered, moving towards Scott. "Speaking of things that might attack us, aside from these weird new mutant and demon attacks, ever encountered anything else out of the ordinary around here?"