Steve pauses, one corner of his mouth twitching. 'Old-fashioned', right. A word he's heard a lot since coming out of the ice. He drops his chin with a soft laugh, shaking his head almost imperceptibly.

"Yeah, I definitely remember a fedora," he says. "I'll have to make a point of approaching him next time."

He watches Philip absently, smirk still tugging at his lips. "What do you think? Is she road worthy?"