( considering how things tend to go at the end of the month in Rhodos, Steve shouldn't be surprised to find the windows boarded up. however, getting an adorable pony-tailed girl and himself out a window is so much harder when there's a bunch of boards over it! he's got his bat, that's not gonna do much for prying them open. )

This guy is slow, maybe we can get the boards down.

( Steve feels skeptical, but his voice manages to sound slightly more confident than it is. he glances around the room for anything that might be more effective for prying, and abandons his bat to collect a firepoker that honestly would be pretty gnarly if he needed to stab something with it. the thought alone makes Steve feel a little queasy, though, no matter the freaky thing that's after him.

focus on the present, Harrington. he heads for a window and wiggles the poker between one of boards and the window frame and grits his teeth, trying to pry an end up. of course whoever did this (magic??? a hole in space time??? how did it get boarded up???) didn't half ass it, and the board doesn't seem inclined to budge easily. his sides protest the movement, but Steve ignores the pain. it's only after one side clatters up that he finds his voice again, catching Aerith's attention for a moment. ) If... if it catches up. It just wants me. You can run.

( it's not particularly heroic, Steve hopes that he can run too, if it comes to that. he just doesn't want a complete stranger to get dragged into this if she could get away. )