Thankfully, Steve's not a member of Alec's world as he knew it, because what kind of a world is it where no one will lift a finger to help another person out? He can read some of the pain and confusion in the other's voice and expression, imagining it's mostly due to whatever drug is getting pumped through here. There's already a dull pain humming at the base of Steve's skull as he rises to his feet.

"The name's Steve Rogers and I'm not interested in the rooms. This guy was following you." He grabbed the unconscious figure by his uniform and lifted him up just to show how dangerous he might have been. The outfit promised no good intentions. He dropped the soldier almost immediately; he was still breathing, which gave Steve some small relief.

"There's something in the air that's making people sick. We need to get out." Steve offered a hand to the redhead, hoping he could reach through whatever haze the gas was causing.