A curt nod was given in response to Natasha's room number. He was all but ready to chime in that how convenient it would be to live just down the hall from each other. But once he noticed Natasha's initial reluctance to speak, his attention would hang on every word that followed. As if he didn't already have enough to process, a number of circumstances continued to surprise. First, that she had been here for over a year. Then, that they were joined not only by Tony, but several other friends of there's who hadn't even perished (at least, not to Steve's knowledge.)
"Others..."
Curious, indeed. But it would be the last bit that finally brought Steve's eyes to widen with amazement.
"I .. was here for awhile?"
Surely that couldn't be. How could he have been here if he'd just gotten here? Steve was certain enough in his own identity. Yet, if it had managed to be duplicated somehow, could he trust that Natasha wasn't sourced from the same trickery. The entire concept, compiled with everything he'd mentally processed up to this point, was too much. He could feel the type of mental overload set that could only cause one to speak completely out of character: