He’s passing nearby when he catches the sound, faint but distinct enough that he halts mid-step to reassess the noise. The clear distress is no less alarming the second time. While he knows of many others having been around this place (universe? time space?) far longer than he, his assumption since arrival about the Avagi had been that, at least for the time being, there was little reason for anyone to fret in their current surroundings.

It really doesn’t help that a far too familiar wheeze echoes alongside the panic.

Quick to trace the source, he’s surprised to find the young man huddled defensively on the open floor of the memorial, inhaler grasped tightly in his hand as if the small thing could ground whatever fear seems to have overtaken him. Instinctively he approaches, slowly kneeling so as not to startle him, before speaking out.

“Hey, pal. You, uh, you okay there?” Easy does it, Barnes. Just like you used to.