[ it's a kind of cheese in the man's hands that steve knows costs more than a month's groceries back in the '40s. he can hear nat's commentary now; did you know that's fifty dollars for a spoonful, steve? he can't find any sympathy in him for their hosts. the whole place reeks, and not just from the undead recently sent back to the crypts they once belonged.

steve has a pretty good handle on people's faces now, though, and this man is both unfamiliar and not — like he's seen him somewhere, but he can't place the face or voice. not s.h.i.e.l.d., definitely not s.t.r.i.k.e. someone from dc, then? no, not that either.

still, an american, if he pegs the accent correctly. ]

'Fresh cheese' is a bit of an oxymoron, don't you think? Considering how it's made and all. I'll take it, though, if you don't mind.

East Coast?