Steve knows he's left a competent team of minds with getting the systems back on-line, which is the biggest reason he feels compelled to help down here. It's a battlefield, something he knows far more intimately than a panel of wires and blinking lights; people are scared and bloodied and tired, and though Steve is hungry he can push through that like it's nothing if it means offering relief.

His hands are dirty from pulling rocks away from one of the landslides, digging to find survivors. His shield serves as a shovel when he needs to work at a particularly tough area. With the clang of metal and the rumble of moving rocks, it's amazing he hears the voice at all.

He stills, listening hard for the sound again.

"Is someone trapped back there? Can you hear my voice?" he calls, trying to get an idea of where the voice was coming from.