Steve was of the same mind, already out of his skating outfit and in a pair of decently fitting jeans, but he'd yet to put his shirt on, only having been able to find ones in one size too small. Shirts just don't come in his shoulder width very often. But without one, anyone can see his torso is littered with bruises and cuts.

He hadn't realized anyone was over here, so when she moves, he's quick to notice and turn to face her. He's unarmed except for the ill fitted shirt in hand. It's not often someone has the jump on him.

"Yep, that's me," he's not about to deny it. "I didn't mean to intrude," on her over here, he wasn't expecting to find someone after all.