She smiles at his manners, noting the hand against his chest with some curiosity. So he's us to wearing a uniform, presumably military from the way he stares at her. But his gaze isn't insulting, leering. Really, she's inclined to like him, smiling sweet as she reaches for his outstretched hand.

Then he introduces himself and Steph stops with her clean, calloused fingertips a hair's breadth from his stained black. Blue eyes so sweet, so honest, narrow though her smile stays in place.

"I'm sorry. Is that... Are you teasing me?"