"I'll let you know when this is all over," he says, without missing a beat. He meets her eyes, but he'll make her work for a smile in return. It could be there, lurking under the disapproval and bruised feelings, but who's to say?

It doesn't matter right now, anyway. Regardless of what's happened between them in the past, or what might happen in the future, they aren't the only people on this boat. Before she ever answers his questions he picks out four souls that don't belong here, and soon after that spies the full eight. Nobody looks harmed or desperate, but they're in various states of shock. Steve recognizes that look.

"And if we're floating out in open space, as the view would suggest, there's no reason to stage a rescue until we know what we're dealing with," he mutters. It's delayed agreement with her remark on the door. Assess the situation, gather intel, and find the way back home. It makes more sense than twisting arms and breaking kneecaps. "Has anyone been in and out of these doors? I count one on the left and one on the right, and my guess is there's some kind of storage room or office behind the bar."