Cassie turned at the sound of Steve's entrance and smiled a little sadly, her brain still heaving and struggling beneath the yoke of nostalgia. "Gonna start work early this morning, get ahead on some stuff," she answered vaguely; all of the projects and plans and responsibilities of the assistant to Tony Stark's assistant reduced simply to 'stuff' with the brevity and indifference of which only a teenager was capable. She put her coffee cup to her lips and nodded towards the kitchen, "Coffee in the kitchen. I just made it. Tony thinks I make pretty good coffee so it must be all right."