Under ordinary circumstances, Horvath would be one of the first volunteering to join the search party; he's not fast, but he can walk and his eyes are better than Steve's right now. Unfortunately the snow has turned the surrounding landscape into something far beyond the ordinary, and traveling in that is not kind to a man with a prosthetic leg. He's been teleporting roughly twice a day, spending twelve hours or so doing triage in the Plaza, then resting and recovering and eating a meal at the shelter Steve has set up.

He's had a few hours of sleep and some food, between healing people and returning to escort Steve, but it's earlier than he usually returns. He's not at his best.

"Do we have any kind of system in place for loudspeakers? A way to put out a call for anyone who's seen them?" He leans on the table, and runs a hand over his face, distressed partly on Steve's behalf.