He'd been expecting perhaps another cigarette produced, but this was good enough. HUNK reached out, calloused flesh rasping against the other's as he took it.
His attention is diverted briefly to the toad, and he tries to determine if it's started to mutate whether from design or accident. It's too dark to tell. At least it didn't bite Ginovaef's foot off.
A plume of smoke issues from his mouth, and as he responds, it alternates from his nose and mouth. "Is Russia as ugly as I remember it?" He's testing Ginovaef again. There's no real animosity in the sentiment, and it's more like gentle ribbing than anything.
Their boots scuff on the pavement. It's hard to believe that there's an entire city somewhere past this wilderness.
His tone becomes more business-like, more talking to an equal rather than handling grunts like before. "Beyond this is a city. When the Canadians owned it, they called in Coralon Complex. Military owned. Now there's only Umbrella employees living there."