Steve took his time, moving slowly into the restaurant area. There was some chicken dish available, and Steve was hungry, so that's what he wanted. They could find a seat and eat some food, and maybe get some drinks. Not that the drinks did much to affect Steve--his metabolism worked against him and the effects of alcohol.

"You're not on the run here," Steve said, gently. "You don't have to be on the run with me. What can I do?" He asked. "How can I help?"