[ He doesn't like that as much as anyone else on the Moira, but it's necessary. If they don't follow some sort of law, it'd just wind down into a chaos that no one could control, that would destroy the structure of the ship and ruin anyone's chances of getting home. Steve hasn't decided if he really wants to go home just yet himself, not with all the people he knows and cares about being here within easy reach, but for the others who are homesick or fighting to get back to those they loved— it's a sacrifice he'd willingly make for them.
And when Andyr rushes back towards the doors, Steve is giving some of the staff a look that says he'll bring him back when things are more settled (he has to sign the contract, has to get the MID so there's some connection to the rest of the crew), and with that out of the way, he falls into pace with him rather easily down the long corridor that would lead them in the direction of the deck quarters. There's a slight shake of his head. ]
It's sort of complicated. [ Not that anyone from his world wouldn't know that particular story. Wanting to fight for his country, drafted as an experiment for Erskine's serum and becoming Captain America. Steve isn't wearing those colors now, almost drab in the Moira's darker uniform that's much too tight in the shoulders, and his shield is absent from his person as well. Maybe that's why he'd gotten him confused with Alvary, but that's only speculation. He stops at an intersection, gesturing down the hallway. ] The mess is that way if you wanna grab something to eat. Private and shared rooms are the other way. You know - [ The Moira is HUGE. Aimlessly wandering would take them days. Steve rests a hand on his hip. ] - you never told me your name.
fights until he's dead tbh
And when Andyr rushes back towards the doors, Steve is giving some of the staff a look that says he'll bring him back when things are more settled (he has to sign the contract, has to get the MID so there's some connection to the rest of the crew), and with that out of the way, he falls into pace with him rather easily down the long corridor that would lead them in the direction of the deck quarters. There's a slight shake of his head. ]
It's sort of complicated. [ Not that anyone from his world wouldn't know that particular story. Wanting to fight for his country, drafted as an experiment for Erskine's serum and becoming Captain America. Steve isn't wearing those colors now, almost drab in the Moira's darker uniform that's much too tight in the shoulders, and his shield is absent from his person as well. Maybe that's why he'd gotten him confused with Alvary, but that's only speculation. He stops at an intersection, gesturing down the hallway. ] The mess is that way if you wanna grab something to eat. Private and shared rooms are the other way. You know - [ The Moira is HUGE. Aimlessly wandering would take them days. Steve rests a hand on his hip. ] - you never told me your name.