Steph stares back. He's already criticized her for prying - unintentionally or not - and she shouldn't, really shouldn't, it's not her place at all. This isn't even her world, really.

"Wouldn't know where to start," she admits, quiet. She's still sitting beside him, one hand curled around her glass. And she needs another sip of it, too. "It's been a while since I had much to do with people outside the war."

USO show included.