Steve had been tempted to spend more time in front of the mirrors; he'd caught a glance and trailed to a stop, only to manage to shake himself out of it a moment later and get moving again. His mind keeps drifting back to them, but he pulls it back onto track, because what's in the server room is so much more important.

He hasn't been in here long, only a row or two deep and worrying he'll make the wrong move by just pulling at the wires entangling the bodies he's come across when he hears a familiar voice echoing through the room.

"Winter?" he calls, standing up like he's been shocked (though fortunately, he hasn't), tilting his head this way and that, trying to pinpoint the sound. His bad ear's been, well, kind of bad again ever since they fought that tower, the ringing coming and going and coming again. "Winter, where are you?"