The charcoal pauses, Steph's blue eyes soft and unseeing on the sketch. She's seeing plenty without focusing on the paper, listening to words she could be saying herself, memories she has her own fair share of and more.

She darkens the line of that scar, just a touch, glances up and smiles at herself- himself - at Steve. "Thank you. For saying that, calling her a soldier and not a lady. Not that you're doing it for me, not that she ain't both. It's always nice to hear it, though."

Steph pauses, lips twitching, then taps the charcoal on stark white paper and lets her eyes sparkle. "Tell me you saw her punch a loudmouth in basic. Made my whole week."