Keeping his stance steady, Viktor didn't answer Darren's question at first. Hell, truth be told, he<span style="font-style: italic">didn't</span>really know him. They'd been traveling together for the day, and exchanged only a meager amount of words on the journey. He kept himself still and stretched the muscles of his hand a little, preparing to draw his gun and fire as soon as necessary. His eyes shifted away from Rock Hammer for a moment, flicking towards Nikolav when she spoke up. In this time, the giant ahead of them started to shout and roar, then took off right in the direction of the group.<br/><br/>Instead of drawing his weapon, Viktor swiftly sidestepped the rampaging mutant. While it helped prevent him from being trampled, he was still struck square in the forehead with some object that was flung away during the forceful disrobing. The impact, while minor, was sharp and unpleasant enough to make him curse and slap a hand onto where he'd been hit. A quick check of his gloved palm confirmed he wasn't bleeding, and he looked back towards where Rock was headed.<br/><br/>Sounds of panic and crashing flooded the market, and the sound of stone crumbling suggested that he'd ran straight through a wall. Part of Viktor hoped that an old structure had just finally given to age and neglect, but the rest of him knew that such a contrived idea was goddamned stupid. Finally, he shot an answer to Darren, after leaning down to pick up the book that Rock had dropped.<br/><br/>"Too late to say no?" He wasn't technically lying if he did, but at the same time, he felt a responsibility for leading the group - Rock Hammer included - into what was normally quite a safe and boring settlement. He could hear the bustle of guardsmen approaching, so after stuffing the book into a pouch inside his vest, he motioned for Darren and Nikolav to follow him. "Let's get out of here before we get arrested. Come on."<br/><br/>He replaced the book with his PDA again, swiftly typing out a message to the rest of the Stalkers that were accompanying him that day. The message was blunt and short, but the sounds accompanying it were sure to tell them all why.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Everyone,<br/>Pack your shit and get out. We fucked up.</span><br/><br/>With that, he put the device away once more and started away from the market, moving towards the direction of destruction. He doubted many armed guards would be coming towards them from the way that things had been torn apart, and he was sure there was another staircase that could lead down to the first level of town to take. Much to his surprise, someone else was heading<span style="font-style: italic">towards</span>the mad giant. Darina, calling him by what Viktor assumed to be a name. For a moment he wondered what kind of name 'Rock Hammer' was, but he pushed the thoughts aside in favor of trying to get the hell out of this mess.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Regina refrained from giving Darina a proper answer, merely shrugging at the inquiry. She had plenty that she could tell, and little that she wanted to. Truth be told, she just wanted to be sure nobody was hurt more than necessary. After running into a few situations that went bad because she hadn't intervened, she decided to try more, and luck had apparently been with them. She almost continued speaking, but soon the marketplace became host to a cacophony of chaotic sounds.<br/><br/>Darina took off, and Magpie stuck around after to address her. Pursing her lips, she tilted her head a bit and considered her options. "I'm thinking about it," She admitted, resting her hands on her hips and letting out a sigh. "But I guess I'll help check out whatever happened. After that, though, I'm heading out." If the situation was too much for her to easily intervene in, then she would most certainly be bailing. Pulling a gun on a person was easy. But whatever had caused all the chaos down the platform? She doubted there would be a simple solution to that.<br/><br/>Moving one of her hands out, she offered it to Tiny in the hopes of giving him a pat for what was probably the last time. She liked dogs, and the poor thing looked terrified out of his mind.