"Grab a helmet." Steve said with a smirk and zero hesitation in his voice, if she wanted to tease - two could play that game. Once the group had determined the best course of action, they broke, and Steve was quickly back in the hallways of the school. He followed closely behind Eva to the garage, presumably, to grab her helmet. With their mission clear, his mind focused on the awkwardness in the electrokine's office. "I might be way off base," he prefaced his next statement because, well, he had just met Eva. "But Officer Worthington didn't seem very happy to see me." Steve wore a wry smile after his observation, because it wouldn't have taken him too many guesses to figure out why Angel's British beak was bent out of shape. He'd seen that look plenty of times, Angel had some sort of claim (either legitimate or imagined) on Astrape, and Captain America was more than a little curious just what that was.
Altogether, from the garage to Steve's bike, it was only about a fifteen minute ride to the police station - after Eva had programed a few shortcuts onto his GPS. Steve parked his bike a block down from the building, just to avoid any of the cops who might have recognized the headmistresses of the school for the gifted. After he'd turned off his motorcycle, he realized just how tightly Eva's arms had been clenched around him. Captain Rogers turned his head and glanced at his passenger, but all he got was her white helmet in the corner of his eye. Once she let go, he dropped the kickstand and slid off the seat to the side. His hand went to Eva's shoulder, "You okay?" He felt nervous for a moment; he hadn't meant to challenge her into doing something she wasn't used to. She didn't seem like the type to back down easy. She had moxie - something Steve had noticed in her from the get-go.