Steve looks up from the desk he had been poking around in one of the empty rooms, and cranes his neck to look out into the common area.

"Hey! Just a minute," he calls, stuffing his bag under the desk, making sure it's out of sight. He positions the small chair in front of it, and trots out into the common room. "You must be Andros?"

Steve's a big guy, over six feet with broad shoulders and arms that could crush walnuts. He could be intimidating, if not for the friendly expression he wears on his face and his approachable nature. He holds out a hand. "I'm Steve. Steve Rogers."