The Major lowered his rifle and nodded, "Would've let you borrow my sidearm, but if you do have a shooter go and get it. I trust you," he said. It was impossible to tell whether that was sincere or not, but if there was any time to blast Valery in the face and take his stuff, that would have been it. The stalker turned his back on the boy and climbed down into the vent. He could fit in, barely, and still be able to crouch through until they had to drop down into the tunnels.

Raisa rolled her eyes as the old man left her with the nervous guy. Keeping her rifle low, she waited casually for him to find his stuff, resting on the doorframe. "Raisa Sokov, for future reference. The Major won't tell me his name, said it wasn't important. At least we can know each others', right?" she tried to make a little conversation, though the boredom was clear in her voice. It might help him settle, too, and take his mind off the fact that he was with two total strangers for the last leg of the trip.

"...Oh, and why Armory? Kuznetsky Most, right? That's still quite a ways to go after Volgogradsky Prospekt."