Steve submits to her implied order without a word, turning away and heading for the exit. At least most of the crowd is still sitting down, though a few have pulled out camera-cellular-phones and it's all Steve can do to keep himself calm and his expression neutral.

Turing gives Olivia a frustrated look, yelling, "Cap, wait!" before turning to her. "Look- Agent Dunham, right? Either I splash your name and image all over tomorrow's paper with nice big headlines about your relationship with the Captain-next-door or you let me follow this lead."

He leans around Olivia again and yells, "I know who the flowers are for!"

Steve stops, his hands fisting, grief and anger knotting up painfully in a spot too deep in his chest to be physical. He hears the manufactured click-whirr of several phones and forces himself to start walking again.

The punching bag in the gym is probably going to need replacing when he's done with it.