[ steve, for reasons unbenknownst to him, suddenly feels a bit like he's let wanda down with that answer, and he has no idea why. but there's something in her eyes when she hears him, something in the feather-light brush of her fingers against his temple. he hadn't even realized he was bleeding, but her frown suddenly has him feeling a bit...what? self concious? worried?

( it reminds him, very suddenly and very overwhelmingly, of his mother. of the kind of cool, direct, immediate look she would get in her eyes. ) ]

Followed? By what? [ truthfully, he doesn't mind the touch of it. feels a bit self-conscious by how much he feels like he's missed that. but wanda is already turning and steve has to remind himself where he is, what is going on. while she looks around, his eyes are on the small slits out to the rest of the area, to the distant movie still playing, silent, up on the screen.

it catches him off-guard to hear her say the word - demogorgon - but at the same time, doesn't surprise him all that much. why wouldn't she know? ] Some of them, yeah. They're the ones that are roughly human-sized, if a little larger. But they're not the only things. [ a beat, and then he's looking back to her. ] Did you see what followed you?