Steve was still trying to sort out what had just happened. "I'm not sure," he said, still looking confused as anything. "I was expecting... a very different Doctor."
He looked at the boy. He was young, perhaps mid-teens, a bit short for his age. Steve extended his hand. "I'm Steve Rogers," he said. "You're, um. The Doctor's grandson, then? I met her in 1941. The first time."
He glanced at his uniform. "This isn't what people normally wear. It's a uniform. I can show you around, if you want, but we probably shouldn't stay here."