"Then we wouldn't have met up. Maybe it's not such a bad thing after all," Steve told him with a relaxed smile. It was good to meet people because it helped get him out of a routine he had come to dread. He couldn't say he was unhappy, because he had found many things in Red Oak to enjoy, but he did miss the opportunities he had been given in the past.
"I'm Steve Rogers, from Brooklyn," he mimicked his introduction, finding it easier to pick up on modern dialect that way. If he didn't, he could say something real old fashioned and make people wonder about him. He looked younger than his years thanks to a youthful nap and a serum Steve didn't completely understand.