Steve is moving slowly - wary, curious, but not trying to be stealthy. He's both thinking of Wanda, remembering what she was capable of, and wondering if he's actually found what he's looking for. It... seems like he might have.
There's also something tugging at the back of his brain - old, old memories, half-forgotten and partly remembered in a haze of sickness. But that's the easiest of his feelings to shove down when he needs to pay attention to what's happening now.
He frowns, and maybe (probably) he's biased, but he's thinking that this person here is likely a victim, and it's really not a good look for ADI.
"I'm Steve," he says, because despite whatever old memories might try to ping around in his brain, he's not trying to hide and doesn't see how giving a prisoner his name can do any harm. "I'm - I think I've been looking for you."
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There's also something tugging at the back of his brain - old, old memories, half-forgotten and partly remembered in a haze of sickness. But that's the easiest of his feelings to shove down when he needs to pay attention to what's happening now.
He frowns, and maybe (probably) he's biased, but he's thinking that this person here is likely a victim, and it's really not a good look for ADI.
"I'm Steve," he says, because despite whatever old memories might try to ping around in his brain, he's not trying to hide and doesn't see how giving a prisoner his name can do any harm. "I'm - I think I've been looking for you."
And then, "Two visitors?" he asks.