"Oh, come on." He rolls his eyes like they're not both in a bleak and miserable arena of death, like they're just joking over drinks. "Your sense of humor hasn't improved after all these years? Isn't age supposed to make things better?"

For a moment, it seems like he isn't going to address the more serious information Steve's just imparted to him. He's just going to keep on cracking wise and ignoring the reality of their situation. But then he leans against a tree, glances away for a second, and says, "Lucky you, you've got some attention already. I guess not everyone's playing cooperatively. Some people are trying to win. Did you get yourself any supplies?"