Tell me about it. [ Okay, so — this guy definitely wasn't next to him a literal second ago and now he's here. Steve won't be fazed by it, at least he'll try not to be, but it's enough to distract him from his partially gnawed on pinecone, which he'll just ... put down next to the empty mug that used to be hot cocoa.
He glances in the other guy's direction, noting the lack of familiarity with the tablet. Man, can he ever relate to that. They're about a decade off from each other, probably, but at least they can share in their cluelessness. Steve's tablet mostly serves as a glorified paperweight at this point; sometimes he'll stick it under the legs of one of the small tables back home to keep it from rocking. ]
At least it's something to do.
[ And gives them a better understanding of how the hell they might get out of here. ]
town meeting.
He glances in the other guy's direction, noting the lack of familiarity with the tablet. Man, can he ever relate to that. They're about a decade off from each other, probably, but at least they can share in their cluelessness. Steve's tablet mostly serves as a glorified paperweight at this point; sometimes he'll stick it under the legs of one of the small tables back home to keep it from rocking. ]
At least it's something to do.
[ And gives them a better understanding of how the hell they might get out of here. ]