Steve has presence. It's what made him a star selling bonds, and what made him a captain America could believe in. He smiles lopsidedly, flashing Harper a little of that charisma he's so known for.

"Am I that obvious?" he jokes, nodding his answer. "Where I'm from, we're just getting used to the idea of..."

He waves his hand. Other worlds. Aliens. Intergalactic travel. Not being alone in the universe. He breathes a quiet laugh, reaching out to touch one of the alien fruits. It almost looks like a kiwi. "So you get around, then?"