There are places Steve's flight suit shows signs of being hit across his shoulders and back - scorch marks and dirt and soot from the debris - but he's moving fine.

"Just fine. You get any of that Sam?" This time he's talking while looking upward. Hovering ship, nothing. Steve is really low on mirror shielded helicarriers. What flies by is a guy with mechanized wings.

At the affirmative, he only adds. "We're gonna head back to the jet the long way. Give the others some kind of heads up so they don't get surprised and handle it badly." Sam's pretty well out of sight by then.

He turns his attention to his current companion and offers a small. "You're good at getting the relevant information out. Let's see if we can get the rest of it while we walk back. I'll even share some. Starting with my name. I'm Steve." Offers his hand out, easily.

Truth? He's mostly buying time to try to orient the guy some, as well as get a better feel for him before he takes him 'home'. Trusting someone with information and acting on it's not quite the same thing as taking them into a confined space with a lot of people he cares a lot about.