[ Steve is of course out trying to wrangle both crabs and predators. He takes that responsibility to heart, protecting the city like he'd protect Earth. The Quarantine is his home now, and he's right out in the thick of things, even if that just means ridding an amusement park of crabs and hungry animals. He catches sight of a flash of red cloth and feels the air rush around him nearby, not close enough to catch him in the blast but enough that he moves toward it. Stephen might not recognize the blond dressed in the Perimeter Guard outfit, but he'll probably at least know the shield the man has on his back as he moves in to catch a few flying creatures that were also lucky enough to escape the winds.
He's essentially netting birds and the irony doesn't escape him. Particularly since he's using a tarp.]
Thanks.
[He waves to Strange as he pins one of the creatures down, sighing a little at the stray crabs that scurry away.]
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He's essentially netting birds and the irony doesn't escape him. Particularly since he's using a tarp.]
Thanks.
[He waves to Strange as he pins one of the creatures down, sighing a little at the stray crabs that scurry away.]
We're going to need to fix those fences.