"You're right about that," he says, cheered a bit by his friend. Even in here Steve has awareness of what he's been doing in the outside world. He knows about some of the things he's seen and also the things he's not seen at all. He hasn't visited Natasha's room yet, he knows. It's a comfort, really. He's not sure he'd want to poke that particular beehive and he's especially not sure that she'd want to share whatever would be put on display.

But he's still curious and has far fewer compunctions about embracing that, in here. So he just smiles and tilts his head to the side.

"Where would you go back to?"