[ it takes a second before steve notices the blood, but even then he's not sure if it's worth bringing up. his eyes go from geralt, who seems to be moving about the room without any real care for what he's leaving behind, back to the trail behind him. he comes to a kind of decision, about to say something about the blood, when geralt turns and hands him the kitchen knife. no. and there goes any thought of that.

steve's expression shifts, his worry now replaced with minor confusion. ] Wait- you've been here before? [ and depending on his answer, steve's got a load of other questions. for now, though, he'll keep close to geralt as they move through the space, knife still in hand. ] Does the Horizon normally do this? Cause my place isn't supposed to look like that. I mean- kind of like that, but it's wrong.

[ there's a particularly wet squelch that draws steve's attention, and his thoughts are back on that feeling from a few moments before. that the ooze is moving. that it's coming towards them. that maybe there's something else to it, but he's not the sort of person to figure that out. still, steve stares at it for a second too long, enough that geralt's voice makes him...not exactly jump, but startle back to what they were doing.

task at hand, steve, come on. ]

Is there something up there?