"I..." She pauses, knowing which word she wants to use instinctively and hesitating because of it. Her smile is almost apologetic as she takes her seat, shrugging. "I dabble. Do you study, Mr. Rogers?"

He's a tall man. Very tall, actually, though nothing abnormal. It took her a moment to realize as he shook her head, because more notable was how handsome he was. But he's just about her height when most of her own men are a few inches shy and his hand fit with hers comfortably, neither dwarfed nor trying to impress her with strength.

More important than all of this, at the moment, is Steph waiting for him to correct her. Not Mister, not with the hand he'd put to his chest, not the way he'd straightened with her title. He's in the service, or something near enough to and she likes to know when it's all right to address a man comfortably and when to call him sir.