[ Now that Steve and Claude are free of that fungal pod that they'd woken up in, the exact nature of this situation starts to sink in. This might not be like any POW camp that Steve has ever seen, but it still feels a hell of a lot like one. He hasn't forgotten the masked figures who surrounded him, who he'd fought off with everything he could, but a quick scan of the room shows that he and Claude are hardly the only ones who've been taken.

It smells like death and decay down here, the odor so pungent that there are a few times when Steve has to cover his mouth or even fight off the urge to gag. Not that it's going to stop him from searching the perimeter of the area that they're in. Everything here seems to be dead or dying, the mold and musk penetrating down into the earth.

When he realizes that there are people who have been here longer than he has, he'll try to question them, to learn as much as he can about the situation here. The food and water supplies are dire, to say the least, but there's (inexplicably) corn. There are small animals they can hunt and cook, and larger monsters that apparently skulk through the caverns, or so he's told.

More than that, there are a lot of people here. Not all of them can probably fight or defend themselves. It's a lot to turn around in his mind, and before long he's going to need to speak up and try to make sure that everyone bands together so that they can plan an escape. He seems to be pondering over this as he opens up some of the corn husks, or stares down into the well. ]

[ Following Steve's speech, which hopefully was heard by most of the people here, he does intend to put his money where his mouth is. That means husking corn and picking out the ones that look edible, digging through the earth for any bugs that are large enough to serve as a good source of protein, and most importantly, checking in on other captives.

If he spots someone who looks like they're maybe not coping with the situation so well, he'll step over, clearing his throat to announce his presence. If that isn't enough, he'll try a quiet hey.

Once he's acknowledged, he'll hand over a piece of corn. By this point someone's managed to get a decent cookfire going, so it's not even raw. ]

Here. You should eat. How are you holding up?

[ "Not great" is probably the answer, but he's here to try and make sure that no one breaks under the pressure, if he can. The first step to feeling like a situation isn't completely hopeless is getting some food in your belly. ]

[ Steve's been watching their captors and their actions for a while now, weighing the pros and cons of attacking one of them. Would they be able to get information out of them, or force them to show the way out? His super-strength and other enhancements are on the fritz, to say the least, which means that if he does go that route, he should have back-up.

There are some competent people here, though, people he could work with if he decides that's the best course of action.

Something has stood out to him, though. One of their captors doesn't wear a hood at all. She's different from the others, and does that mean she's the one in charge, or is there more to it? He's watched her a couple of times now, and despite her peaceful expression, some of her other body language tells a different story.

He glances over at one of the other captives. ]

There's something about her. I think it's worth looking into.

[ That aside, he'll also be poking at any nook and cranny, looking into the crevices and tunnels where he thinks there might be a clue or something of interest. Even if it's just more materials to make makeshift weapons, it's worth checking out. ]