[ Steve can't help but glance down at Sylvain's boots when he mention them. While they're covered in a layer of dust and some sort of film by now, he can tell that they're a nice pair. ]

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but yeah, better safe than sorry. Hopefully you can replace them.

[ He makes a face at Sylvain's remark about an evil tree sprouting in the middle of the city, hating how plausible it sounds. He sighs and takes a look around them before shifting in closer to Sylvain so he can speak with his voice lowered. ]

Don't give them any ideas. They already dragged off one of the machines that came through the rifts.

[ Still, he doesn't think they should stick to the doom and gloom. He holds up the flamethrower in his hand and nods to Sylvain's container of gel. ]

All right, should we get to it?