"Professor," Steve used her title out of respect, but wouldn't have denied the hint of irony in his tone. Eva Rojas resembled what his brain conjured up when the word professor was thrown around about as much as Captain America reminded someone of a candy striper. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he accepted her hand, and gently shook - even as some of the flour from her hand transferred onto his palm. "I'm sorry…" He started to explain why his eyes might have felt heavy on her form. "You're not quite what I expected." The information Jarvis had about Professor Xavier's replacement hadn't mentioned her age. And with all of her degrees... he only assumed she was, well older to start. He thoughtlessly brushed his hand off on his jeans, and then nodded toward her apron. "I hope I didn't come at a bad time? I don't want to keep you from your students. I mostly just wanted to get your permission, really." Steve smiled, more because Professor Rojas was and her wide grin was certainly contagious. "I know this isn't technically my business, but I've had a funny feeling in my gut ever since I read about what happened last night. I'd like to hang around town and see what shakes out." Steve wanted to be careful and not step on any toes while he was there, he could tell the inhabitants of the school were used to dealing with their own problems.
"Oh, I just wanted you to know I didn't mean what I said in a bad way." Steve said quickly, after he remembered what he'd said earlier in their brief conversation. "I just meant I wasn't expecting you to be more..." Well, he couldn't quite find the words, so Steve gestured to one of the portraits in the foyer. A matronly woman stared back at him and the artist hoped that that put a finer point on what he couldn't verbalize.