Steve doesn't blink at the data-pad, finding that sort of thing almost commonplace by now. Back home, anyway. He's not entirely sure when it happened, but being an Avenger, he got used to being surrounded by technology.
It's not his surroundings he's thrown by so much as the stranger and his alien features. Steve isn't one to ever judge others by their appearance, well aware of how hypocritical that would be when he's lived that life in two different ways. But he's fought a lot of Thanos' cronies who'd looked similar to this guy and had been—
Well, not the conversational types.
In this case, he's greeted politely and offered an explanation. Steve doesn't see any reason to be hesitant, especially when he gets a name and everything slots into place. When he reaches out to take Garrus' hand, it's with a confident and firm grip.
"We've met," he responds with a flicker of a smile. "In a sense, anyway. I'm Steve Rogers, we spoke over..." He lifts his free hand to make a circular motion with his finger near his temple, to indicate the mental communication network that all the Summoned could use.
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It's not his surroundings he's thrown by so much as the stranger and his alien features. Steve isn't one to ever judge others by their appearance, well aware of how hypocritical that would be when he's lived that life in two different ways. But he's fought a lot of Thanos' cronies who'd looked similar to this guy and had been—
Well, not the conversational types.
In this case, he's greeted politely and offered an explanation. Steve doesn't see any reason to be hesitant, especially when he gets a name and everything slots into place. When he reaches out to take Garrus' hand, it's with a confident and firm grip.
"We've met," he responds with a flicker of a smile. "In a sense, anyway. I'm Steve Rogers, we spoke over..." He lifts his free hand to make a circular motion with his finger near his temple, to indicate the mental communication network that all the Summoned could use.