She'd roll her eyes if that might not be a valid choice, soon. Something about all this is making the hair on the back of her neck stand up, and like hell if she's going to volunteer to hang out alone.

"Helpful," she says cheerfully, not feeling very cheerful as all as she leads them down the nearest floor. No name on the first door. The second, a plate, but the engraved name is dusty and faded. Which is weird and vaguely making Steph think her horror film thoughts are too on the nose.

"Hello?" She calls out, knocking on a door that has a name, but not one she recognizes. "Anybody home? Hello?"

Worriedly, she looks at Ezio.

"I don't want to jump to any conclusions, but... I don't know. Should we try and break down a door? Climb in a window?"

Please don't be dead bodies is exactly the look in her eyes.