Oh no, what is this now?

[silent_screaming]

This is not at all what Sean had expected when he had stepped through the pantry door.  He looked around the room for a few seconds and mentally noted it looked like an extremely weird bedroom, and promptly started to back out the door he had opened, only to back into a wall. When he turned, he was staring at a blank white wall, with no hint of the door he had passed through. Sean  could feel the panicked scream trying to force it's way out of his throat, so he braced himself against the wall and leaned down a bit, head down with his hair cutting off his view of everything while he tried to calm down.

Sean had no clue of how long he stood there, willing down his panic attack and stomping down the screams that tried to escape. Until he knew where he was, there was no knowing what he might need to keep close to his chest. He finally pushed off the wall and turned to inspect the room more closely, moving around and inspecting things until he came to what looked like a doorway, but the door had no handle so it was more like a panel made out of steel. It made a weird noise and slid open when he stepped in front of it, the opening showing a brightly light hallway. He tentatively stuck his head out and seeing nobody slid into the hall, the door closing behind him as he wandered off to the left.

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[stark_spangled]

"Sorry," Steve says, even before Sean has a chance to grab his device. He braces his hands on his knees and catches his breath, squinting up at the kid to make sure he's all right. "Running through the halls. If only my teachers could see me now."

The joke is bland, but Steve's still smiling even as Sean starts typing. He watches attentively, straightening up and setting his hands on his hips, impressed when the device spits out a greeting. "Hey, don't worry about it, it was my fault. I'm Steve Rogers."

He holds out a hand in greeting.

[silent_screaming]

Sean nodded and continued to keep his place by the wall, just in case. He wasn't quite sure what to say to the man, Steve, Sean wasn't usually people friendly. He reached out to shake Steve's hand, the man seemed to be fairly nice. He leaned back a bit and typed a quick response and hit the button to speak. I'm Sean, nice to meet you.

[stark_spangled]

Steve wonders how old he is. He picks up on his uncertainty and reservedness easy enough, keeping the handshake firm but giving, letting Sean set the tone. He doesn't even mention the texting device or ask why Sean can't speak; it doesn't matter. He seems like a nice kid, and Steve doesn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"Nice to meet you, too," he says, setting his hand back on his hip. "I don't think I've seen you before. You new here, Sean?"

With the way he's sticking to the wall like that, maybe he'd like somebody to give him a hand.