Steve nodded and stood, moving to the kitchen to jon Clint. He didn't like sitting idle, not anymore.
"I'm guessing if I ask him to explain that to me I wouldn't understand most of what he said?" he asked the archer, leaning against one of the counters with his hands rossed over his chest. He probably should have showered and found new clothes before coming here, he was still dusty and dirty from work, but he'd jumped at the opportunity for any interaction with someone he knew or who might know more about this place.