(Un)fortunately, there are more decisive people on this station than Hermione, or at least less patient ones. The air moves in ahead of Pietro, long-settled dust drifting idly into the still, open space, but by the time the flickering lights of the corridor put him into view, he's just a tense young man with a shock of white hair and the tight caution of a mongoose in a snake den.

She looks more the former than the latter, though. On her own, same as him. And the ladder— his eyes track up it to the darkness beyond. Funny, he doesn't remember seeing this one before. In the space of approximately one equivocal gesture, he gets tired of waiting for her to climb it.

"If you are planning on turning into a statue, move a little to the left first so anyone else can get by."

Under different circumstances, that would probably be lighter. Or just more pompous. Newly abducted to some desolate, abandoned way station in outer space, it sounds a bit forced, but he's making do.