He watched her movement for a moment then looked at his own, fused into the skin of his arm.
"Different," he replied and sucked in a deep breath while he thought about describing it. He found a stick nearby and picked it up, fiddling with it at he spoke. "For most people here it seems to be their past - 1942, Brooklyn, New York. The world is at war because some guy with a head too big for his body decided to purify the human race. I'd just gotten into the army before I woke up here."
That was about all he could say without getting into trouble. He couldn't mention Hydra or the experiments. Couldn't mention Dr. Erskine or the effort he'd made. Or that his life's work had come to a point which resulted in Steve being taller, bigger, stronger, faster than he'd ever been.
He poked at the dirt, drawling long lines with the stick. "It felt like things were finally looking up before I got dragged here. I was making something of myself, serving the country, then I wind up in a dark room with two thugs and their welcome speech." Steve was still bitter about it, that much was clear. At least women weren't running from him any more, that much was a bonus. Albeit a small one.