The acknowledgement that he wasn't hallucinating it, as far as he could tell, did nothing to temper Steve's embarrassment over having found himself in a shapelier, smaller body than he had showered in, but that the man standing across from him understood was relief enough to allow him to forget for a moment that he was standing in clothes that were in no way suitable for that body.

No matter how the jacket fell loose across his shoulders and hung over his hands enough to have been more than a little annoying had he been thinking in more than emergency terms.

Overpowering though his relief was, even allowing him to smile for a moment in reply to the man's words, the disorienting need to look up to meet his eyes aside, it faded somewhat as the stranger continued. "One evening?" That sounded nothing like 'just now' or 'I promise, it's temporary and will never happen again' and was as such dragging questions in the wake of those words. Only-

Steve had no more than opened his mouth to ask a question when the puzzle pieces slid together into something like a picture. That cadence of speech, the formality of those words, the dark hair and hazel eyes put into the context of belonging to a woman, rather than the man he...she was then. "...Sif?"