It's the sound that caught Steve's attention, looking up as the sky rippled and whatever hit the top shot down like a bullet. There's a brief moment of being shocked, he knew they were kept tightly confined, but now he could actually see an idea of just how much as the dome projected illusion rippled, the image shifting in and out for a split second.

But then he's off to find what, more like who, had shot down after hitting the top of the dome. He was already decently close by, the cloud of dust thick in the air of what used to be a standing building. If it was a person, then he had to see if they needed help, something; they weren't dead, but that doesn't mean they weren't close to it.

He really sucked at these death match games.

After picking his way across the rubble, Steve moves a piece from atop the man he's come to uncover. The sparking in the shoulder causes Steve think twice about touching the other man, not really wanting to get electrocuted.

So, maybe not a man. Something else that's man like? Doesn't matter.

"Hey, come on, guy," Steve raises his voice a little, but still tries to keep it down. He wants him awake and to move him somewhere safe, not attract more bad news.