The flatbed truck jolting to a start and beginning to move was an odd sensation that Inga was hardly familiar with- she had never been on a car, so she was surprised by how quickly it moved. It had to slow down and move more carefully over the longer roots and vegetation on the ground. Magpie simply leaned back and sighed, closing her eyes and settling in for a short nap, even if she had just woken up. It wasn’t too often she got to move around on something that wasn’t her own feet. Might as well put the time to good use.<br/><br/>However, before she got too far, Darina introduced herself. Her point was fair, so Magpie cracked open one eye and gave a half smile at the mention of fake names. “Magpie Krupin. This is Tiny. Pleased to meet you.” She half raised a hand, then lowered it after deciding a wave wasn’t worth the answer.<br/><br/>After a moment, Inga said, “I’m Inga,” but didn’t offer anything beyond that. She sulkily pushed hair out of her face and patted the dog again. It occurred to her the dog didn’t have a name yet. Had Viktor named it?<br/><br/>Before the conversation could get too much further, the trucks halted. Inga frowned, and began to get up. “Are we there already?”<br/><br/>Magpie got up and, beginning to leave the truck, got a better look at what lay beyond them. Boilers. She’d seen them before. “Don’t think so, kiddo,” she said, stopping Inga. “Ever heard of boilers?” The girl frowned up at her, confusion apparent. Magpie snorted. “Geez, what are they even teaching kids these days. Basically, kid, if you see anything weird, don’t go towards it. Boilers do pretty much what it sounds like they do. Just stay in here, and let em sort it out.” She didn’t intend to go out in it herself- no way she was letting herself die in some stupid way when she made some misstep. When Darina returned, she almost asked her if anything unusual had happened, but something on her expression made Magpie not want to ask. She sat back as the trucks started up again, wondering what had caused the sour face.<br/><br/>However, the rest of the time spent in the truck passed quickly enough. Magpie slid off the truck and got a better look at the Stalker base. She sighed appreciatively. High concrete walls. It would keep them safe from most ludicrous nonsense at least. Inga followed her a little dubiously as the woman began making her way towards the village. Their last time in a village had hardly gone well, but hopefully this would be better since Viktor seemed to know these people.<br/><br/>However, as soon as she thought that, Magpie stopped in front of her and muttered a swear word, then slipped the gun off her back and raised it, pointing at a new figure. Inga backed up from Magpie, then, spotting Viktor, moved towards him. If Magpie was shooting a gun, she didn’t want to be anywhere near it.<br/><br/>“Don’t drop your weapons on that bastard,” Magpie shouted, squinting down the weapon’s barrel at the man with two wolves beside him. “If you’ve ever heard of a kid who tricks people into getting eaten by wolves-“ she gestured with her gun. “That’s the one.”<br/><br/>That was a situation she had barely gotten out of- she had gone after that bounty once, planning to pick the wolves off from a distance while using Tiny as a distraction, but she had miscounted their number and they had given her a new scar or two. Thanks to Tiny returning when he had heard her screaming curses, she had lived to tell the tale- but she wasn’t about to let this kid get away after all the trouble he’d caused.