The door opened and Steve gave her an easy smile. He felt comfortable here, in her space. And grateful to be allowed into it. He stepped into the room and gestured to the small skewer of meat.
"You know, Chinese food is one of the few things that isn't all that different these days. Same as it was back home. Probably cleaner. Didn't have a lot of health standards in my day."
Steve collapsed onto one of the room's small chairs with the sort of ease he'd never had in his youth. They were nice chairs, overall. He'd noticed that about his own room. Nice and deep and didn't leave him feeling quite so giant as others often did. But he still would have preferred a sofa. He'd never been a lounger in his youth but lately he'd found himself enjoying the ability to sprawl just a tad.
"Had a busy afternoon," he said, perhaps a bit leadingly. "Talked to Stark."