He follows in casual step, keeping an eye out for any stragglers, just in case. They really do seem to be the only people out here, which is very good. They've been helping and making a difference, in that case. A relief, to be sure. He still keeps close on Steve's heels though. The blasting sand might not bother his scales, but he could still get turned around.

Once they're inside, he nods, and picks a nice, inconspicuous corner to lurk in. It helps, in these times, being so much taller than the general populace. Most of the time, it's a hassle to get clothing that works, or not bang his head on a doorway, but now, it's probably good so he stays easy to spot.

Then they're upstairs, and he's automatically scanning the area. Old habit, looking for escape routes, for sight lines. It's not something that's ever gone away. Probably never will. Still, he drops onto the couch, legs tucked in with his knees up past his waist. Like always, sitting in human seats. But no complaints here.

"Nice place," he says instead. "How'd you end up with it?"