[If you ask Viktor, it's all a bad time, because he's been kidnapped and torn away from his work and shuffled around and he's still trying to piece together the strange circumstances of his arrival. What was he doing in the forest? What was he looking for?
It doesn't help that in cruising around, he's only further disheartened by the lack of technology, everything so far removed from what he knows, that he can't help but take his frustrations out on people who he thought might have answers but don't seem to understand. Maybe it's a relief, then, to be interrupted, though for a moment he looks not unlike an animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.]
Uh, no. I was...just leaving.
[There's nothing here that will help him--at least, nothing that doesn't come off as exceedingly shady. He gives Eda a look up and down, gaze lingering on the feathers.]
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It doesn't help that in cruising around, he's only further disheartened by the lack of technology, everything so far removed from what he knows, that he can't help but take his frustrations out on people who he thought might have answers but don't seem to understand. Maybe it's a relief, then, to be interrupted, though for a moment he looks not unlike an animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.]
Uh, no. I was...just leaving.
[There's nothing here that will help him--at least, nothing that doesn't come off as exceedingly shady. He gives Eda a look up and down, gaze lingering on the feathers.]
Maybe you'll have better luck.