Liliana turned her face so that the side of it faced the giant, but beyond that she gave no outward sign of her response to his low, grumbling declaration. However, beneath the surface and past the first twelve layers of deadened reactions, there was the smallest ripple of reassurance; he may be a shameless cannibal and probably wouldn't fit comfortably in most indoor situations, but he had saved her life twice, and for no reason. The only other people she'd ever known to do that for her were very, very dead. Given the time frame, it felt almost like trading in one shield for another. Regardless of the infinitesimal value she placed on her own continued existence, Liliana felt a corresponding ripple of gratitude join the first.<br/><br/>It was only a short pause before her gaze flickered to the behemoth's one living burden disinterestedly. "As close as anything else," she responded to their leader in a flat murmur, adjusting her stance to face the observatory guard rather than the hunter. She was sure she<span style="font-style: italic">should</span>recognize the man, given that he likely wasn't new to the position, but the blonde woman was often exhausted (either early in the morning or after the day's harvesting) by the time she met his exacting gaze and rarely payed attention.<br/><br/>As the motley assortment moved past the entrance, Liliana lengthened her stride to take the lead. She didn't seem to move quickly, but somehow she managed to guide them at a fairly good pace toward the harvester outpost. She rounded a corner of a wooden wall here, then stepped though the remnants of an ancient turnstyle there, eventually rounding the banister to the staircase partition. The stairs had more than a few people on them, but that was nothing new and Liliana calmly walked upwards, her legs managing two at a time. The settlement's inhabitants parted slightly, like a stubborn sounder of Razorback, the odd group of people behind the smallish blonde delving through the center of their curious eyes and loudly-whispered questions. Liliana was content to thoroughly ignore it, but through her mask a perceptive gaze filtered through the crowd, searching for familiar faces. Faces of people who had helped, who had medical knowledge, whom she had seen doctor wounds. She couldn't identify any walking the streets of the station, but it was unlikely anyone with that kind of knowledge was strolling about and not busy.<br/><br/>She veered sharply to the left as she crested the staircase, then walked close to the wall for only another minute before coming to a halt. The door was nothing special- wooden, with thick metal bands supporting the top and bottom. It didn't seem like much, but as she unlocked it with the key pilfered from one of the corpses it made a mighty<span style="font-style: italic">gah-chunk</span>sound, one that sounded like it would hurt if it dropped on a foot. It swung slowly as she pushed it (though she pushed none too softly), but the interior seemed to absorb the light from outside, staying completely black. She disappeared into the shadows quickly, and after a few seconds of shuffling sounds, one sharp sound and a muffled grunt of pain, and the start of a slow whirring sound the room was slowly revealed.<br/><br/>The ceiling was higher than one might expect from the outside, and while it was by no means spacious it clearly had room. One central light-fixture (seeming to cobbled together from several smaller ones) gave off a weak glow, the top of it trailing down through the wires affixed against the wall to the generator. Several boxes of varying size and construction piled in the corners of the room, offering themselves as containers and seating arrangements, and the far wall appeared to be made of ancient train station employee lockers. A few blankets and bedrolls had remained behind in the harvester's original voyage and they still leaned on the crates or lay tucked against the wall, and an large aluminum container rested in the corner parallel to the door, filled three-quarters of the way with water that looked clean. Other than that, it was a plain room with plain walls.<br/><br/>Liliana stood toward the far left corner of the room, standing on her tip-toes and reaching high above her head to grab a thick blanket that sat atop a tall crate, one far apart from the other boxes. Unfortunately, she was quite shy of the mark. A small jump, however, and she managed to snag it with her fingertips, letting it unravel as it fell down into her arms. A small cushion against the cold, hard floor was better than nothing. Her dead eyes turned again to the giant. "You can put him here," she said, just loud enough for him to hear. If the man was still alive, she could probably patch him up a little better with some of the supplies in the smaller crates. At the very least, he would be in a comparatively warm room while he tried to combat death. If he was dead, he would hardly be her concern any longer, at least once his corpse was removed.<br/><br/>She approached a pile of short boxes, fishing her knife from her coat pocket. "Some of the smaller ones should have something. Not sure which ones, though," she muttered, almost under her breath, blade of her knife finding purchase beneath a thin slab of wood. It broke with a cold snap as she pried.