Steven tries the door and gingerly pushes it open, shuffling in quietly and forcing a smile before holding it open for his... New friend to come in.

"Hey. This is... ... um..." If Erik gave Steven his name, he didn't get it in his spike of anxiety. Steven's leaning away from him a bit, one shoulder raised. Marc could be forgiven for thinking that Steven's just been yelled at or had been held at gunpoint.

"...sorry." He wrings his hands and glances furtively at Marc.