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[ He doesn't know what to think of her when he sees her in person—and there's a lot to take in. Her hair, the presence that fills the room when she enters it and moves to speak with him. Her smile earns one from Steve, something just as soft though erring on the side of cautious. This much is true: he certainly doesn't know her. But that doesn't mean he won't try, and the more allies there were on the ship, the better it would be for everyone in the long run.

There's a glance in the direction of the kitchen. ]

I think it's free anyway, but there should be time for that later. [ And he skips straight to the reason they're both there, gesturing for her to take a seat if she wants. ] What can I do for you?