Steve ate. Given his metabolism, Steve could eat quite a lot, but he was still feeling a bit like a fish out of water and, after a token social appearance, he'd vacated to look for a quiet spot. That spot turned out to be not far from Jean's couch. Oops.
"Is it alright if I join you?" He asked. He didn't want to intrude, but (bizarrely, given her powers), she was way less intimidating than the crowd down below.