[A small hooded figure is stopped not so far ahead of where Steve is, unmoving. Maybe if she was easier to make out in the darkness she wouldn't look so ominous. Lit up only by the glow of the writing on the walls, it's probably not the most friendly sight to be welcomed in by.
She's looking at the wall though rather than toward him. At least at first, before she's shaking her head and quickly turning away. He might then catch a flash of red hair, a young girl's face frowning.]