Steve followed at her bidding, he didn't know who she was, or why she seemed familiar, but she was the only thing that did right now. The world seemed insane, too bright and too noisy, and far, far too crowded, and what was that girl wearing?! He barely averted his eyes, shocked at how much skin was exposed.
"Not as such, no," he answered. "Um." He was quiet for a few mins ments, letting her talk. "I don't know how long... What's the date?" How long had he been unconscious? He was alive, so maybe hours? A few days since he'd hit the ice, perhaps. Was Peggy here? "Who's Johnny Cash?"