Steve glanced at the hand, and for just a second he remembered the image of it falling to the breeze as dust again. He felt his breathing hitch slightly, and to his own surprise instead of making him hesitate he stepped forward all the quicker, grabbing and shaking the offering firmly. At the feeling of a warm, solid grip the panic that had overridden him earlier fell away completely, and he let out a slight sigh.
"Rogers," he nodded, then offered a sheepish half-grin. He nodded towards the street invitingly, feeling it was about time to extract himself from the embarrassing scene he'd landed himself in, even if Bucky was being polite about it. "Mail Room 2. So, you said you don't have a lot of friends? You new in town?"