For a moment, Steven just stares at her... but then, he reaches out to take her hand, squeezing it for comfort as his expression solidifies into something a bit more determined. She's right, some part of him says. They can still fight it. They just have to... they have to keep trying.

His nervous expression wavers, and eventually settled, and he swallows that lump of anxiety and nods. He looks around, trying to figure out what he can do - she's right about the window, even though she hasn't said it yet, and he gets the same idea. And he actually thinks he has a way he can help.

"We... We can go to the window. I think I can help," he says, and will dash with her in that direction if she's ready.