He looks up at her from over the bike's seat, singing, "Who's here to prove that we can? The Star Spangled Man with-"

Steve stops abruptly and gives a little cough. He hauls himself upright and attempts to wipe some of the grease off of his hands and onto a hand towel, two fingers still wrapped around a wrench. "No! No, not at all. I was just..."

He gestures at the bike. "It doesn't really need any work- it's in beautiful condition, but. It's relaxing. Did you need something?"