Oh, Steve knows plenty. Which means he doesn't like the sound of that at all, and is pushing his way through the rows of servers, searching for the source of Winter's voice. "Shit. Did one get you?"

He rounds a corner, but - no, not there yet. He's close, he thinks. Closer, at least. This feels far too much like that time in the woods for comfort, when they couldn't find each other and couldn't find their way.