Steve looks over at the man who answers him, an odd expression on his face because he feels negatively towards this man but can't quite place him. It's a strange feeling to place on a complete stranger.

He's seen this man before, he thinks. In that dream he had. Only, he was wearing a sneer, then. No, he must've spotted him on the train before he dozed off, that was it. No need to assign negative traits to someone just because you were mad at them in a dream. "That's something I'm worried about," he says, as he makes his way over, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, jacket thrown aside somewhere.

He points over his left eye as he looks at Loki. "Son, you should get that checked out. You might have a concussion."