[It warms her heart to see that smile -- a glimpse of the Steve Rogers she knew so well. This Steve was him, no doubt, but the baggage he carried..It hurt her heart to see the pain he had been through. He had told her some of what had happen all those years later, but not everything. Not that she would expect him to immediately. Just like she hadn't share everything, either.

This was going to be a process for both of them. Neither was the same, years had passed. But she was glad some things never changed, and that was evident by the way he still was so awkward around her.]

Yes, I am-- thank you. [She glances back at the room in question, but then gestures out to the hall.] I would invite you in, but my roommate seems to have a liking for cigarettes, alcohol, and not picking up after himself.

[aka it's a mess and stinks. But it's exactly like New York, so she basically feels right at home.]