It is only across the plaza from here. I will walk. [Viktor tightens the last strap on his brace to punctuate, before adjusting the crutch to lift himself up. It is good for him, to keep as active as he can in his health.

He crosses to the kitchen space and stands, watching Brad rummage for breakfast. Viktor is stocked with the basics the man is looking for; bread, butter, eggs, salt, pepper. Nothing more complicated or involved than that. Even just those things... they were such luxuries where he grew up.]

... a broom sounds like a rather undignified method of transportation, if I'm being honest. [that can't be real, that's childhood storybook stuff]