Magpie noticed Viktor's less than friendly frown, but shrugged it off. He was a grimmer sort, she supposed. Probably thinking about the dead bodies they had discovered on the way to the Underground. Well, they hadn't been anyone Magpie had known. If she spent her time brooding over every dead body they stumbled across she'd be one of them. All you could do is hope someplace better came after death while working on not finding out as long as possible. She rested her chin in the palm of her hand, watching the shadows cast by the fire move wildly. "Just gotta keep going, yeah?" She said, more to herself than anyone else. "All you can ever do."<br/><br/>Inga tried to visualize the number of people it would take it fill up a place like Moscow, but even the number it would take to fill the building they were in seemed like too much for her. She wondered if there were even enough people left in Russia to fill up what Moscow used to be. Maybe so- she had encountered more than she ever had in one day- but she doubted it would work as well as whatever society used to be like.<br/><br/>However, her train of thought was interrupted by Rock's abrupt awakening. While she was already a good distance away, she scrambled further back, not eager to almost get crushed by the man again. Magpie didn't move, but casually placed a hand on her gun, and kept her eyes on Rock.<br/><br/>He seemed a good deal calmer than he had when he'd been knocked out, but this was far from a difficult thing to be. However, the volunteer to go out and look for whatever was out there came as a surprise. Magpie was all for someone else doing it, but she wasn't sure Rock was the best choice- the odds of him killing whatever it was seemed too high. Then again, that could be a good thing. She decided to keep her mouth shut and watch how it played out.