Watching the woman before him pull what looked like a cross between a tissue and a handkerchief from her pocket - what he recognized as one of the endless little quirks he had caught sight of in the modern age - was not what he had expected as a precursor to a handshake. Then again, of what he had seen just in the past two years? Well, there'd been stranger.
He reached out without hesitation, offering her a shade of a smile as he folded his fingers around hers for a firm (if very careful) shake. Although it was not his purpose there, assessing her then was as second nature as the focus he used putting pen or brush to paper. She was young, not more than a few years younger than himself, as long as you counted the years lived and not the whole span of his life, modestly dressed, British, and overall presented a very neat figure of herself.
He supposed if he hadn't known both the Starks, particularly Howard, he might have picked her out as a scientist immediately.
Steve nodded as he retracted his hand, keeping his arms from crossing across his chest (as he had been told he made some of the S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists nervous when he did, or maybe that was looking at them too directly). The understanding of her having been part of what had happened, as directly or indirectly as the case might have been, added a new angle to the situation, and one he could understand would have shaken her world as to the core as it had his. "I do. Your friend, did she-?" there was no real softshoe way of approaching the topic, but Steve thought he knew enough to be able to see someone who had lost something or someone very valuable to them.
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He reached out without hesitation, offering her a shade of a smile as he folded his fingers around hers for a firm (if very careful) shake. Although it was not his purpose there, assessing her then was as second nature as the focus he used putting pen or brush to paper. She was young, not more than a few years younger than himself, as long as you counted the years lived and not the whole span of his life, modestly dressed, British, and overall presented a very neat figure of herself.
He supposed if he hadn't known both the Starks, particularly Howard, he might have picked her out as a scientist immediately.
Steve nodded as he retracted his hand, keeping his arms from crossing across his chest (as he had been told he made some of the S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists nervous when he did, or maybe that was looking at them too directly). The understanding of her having been part of what had happened, as directly or indirectly as the case might have been, added a new angle to the situation, and one he could understand would have shaken her world as to the core as it had his. "I do. Your friend, did she-?" there was no real softshoe way of approaching the topic, but Steve thought he knew enough to be able to see someone who had lost something or someone very valuable to them.