Sasha was more or less keeping an eye out for those still following them, knowing it would only be a matter of time before the bandits would be upon them. He paused for a moment however and turned back towards the girl, a hand grasping his shoulder as she asked about some kind of 'pendant' of sorts. Some necklace with rings on it and dog tags? The only thing Sasha remembered was finding her among the wreckage, just wearing the clothes she had on, nothing else. If she was wearing something around her neck it could have easily fallen off or got flung from the wreckage or crash site.<br/><br/><strong>"No no...we didn't find anything other than yourself and what you were wearing...Ivan?"</strong><br/><br/>The other shook his head as he took yet another swig quickly from his bottle of alcohol, setting it down as he would do a quick check on his rifle.<strong>"Would've remembered something like that. If you were wearing it before you crashed, we didn't see it when we found you. Could be somewhere-"</strong><br/><br/>However that thought was paused when Sasha held his hand up, telling him to be silent as he peered out the side of the doorway. In the distance he could make movement through the brush, black hooded gents wearing balaclavas and ski masks heading this way.<br/><br/><strong>"Shit..."</strong>he cursed, checking the magazine on his gun as he pulled it out, ensuring he still had plenty of ammunition in it before pushing it back in.<strong>"Look we'll try to help you find it...right now though we need to help each other. Check Ivan's bag, he should have a spare weapon you can borrow. He's got his rifle so he should be fine enough"</strong><br/><br/>Kicking the bag over to Lex as Ivan slowly tried to stand himself up close to a boarded up window, he grabbed his own rifle, loading a fresh magazine in as he pulled the sliding charge back, a fresh round now in the chamber. In the old duffel bag that the man had carried would be a few useful essentials - a map and compass of the local area with a few spots marked or circled, possibly only locations that Ivan could make out or understand. Along with it too was a spare combat knife, a bit old but still sharp enough to cause some damage. Next was a sawed-off double barreled shotgun, perfect for some close range damage but with only two shots. A small box of shells however would suffice that. And lastly was a spare pistol, a small but effective Tokarev TT-33 pistol with an old checkered wooden grips, and a few spare magazines fully loaded. It would have to do for now.<br/><br/><strong>"There's about eight of them...maybe more. No body armor but they're packin'..."</strong>