Erik is distracted by the boots. "What?" he mutters to himself as he lifts his foot. The attraction between the sole of his boot and the floor is so loud it's demanding all of his attention. He extends his hand and pushes it away enough that he can think.

"You had armor?" Was she some sort of actor? He looks around, still trying to catch up with what the hell just happened to him. "I was getting on a plane."

The boots no longer distracting him, he can reach out with his senses more. And more, and more, and more as the full scale of the building they're in becomes clear. "We must be in some sort of skyscraper." He looks around for a window, but there aren't any.