"No," Steve says, shaking his head. "Just places where fire suppressants would go. So someone must've taken them already." People might even be using them over there, it's a madhouse. "We've gotta do something to ferry in water, but I don't know what cargo we've got." That honestly might make it worse.

It doesn't help that Steve's not familiar with this landscape. It all feels so strange to him, that he's pushing aside trying to remember details from his past like who he is and how he ended up here.

"This is a University, so there's gotta be some sort of medical station, if there's no teaching hospital. Nearest firehouse must be far away, I don't even hear sirens." This whole thing should put up alarm bells, but right now they've got a big distractor.