"...I'm sorry," he says, and it's as sincere and heavy as her own apology. He gets up, piling the glass on the tray. "I- Well. I lost someone, back in the War, a good... My best friend. I know what it's like. Asking yourself why."

Steve takes a deep breath and tries to lift himself out of the fog of memory and guilt before it can take both of them. "Would you like a tour of the public access areas? I'm afraid I can't take you to the training facilities or anything, but I can at least help you find your way around while you're here."