[ Medusa can be accused of many things. She's temperamental, vicious in her anger when roused. Stubborn, occasionally to the point of forcing herself to believe in what she wants rather than what's true. But one thing she has never been is stupid. Or poor at reading signals, when she's spent her life with a man who could never communicate with her in words. She knows what's going on. ]

I suppose we should dispense with this immediately. You are not the Steven Rogers I know, are you?

[ It's not like it isn't obvious. He doesn't look quite right. He doesn't greet her the way the man she knew would. He would be happier to see her. At least, he would feel something besides reserved politeness. ]

You have no idea who I am.