It doesn't quite fit as easily across his face as Steve might like it to look, but she lets it slide, because dragging all of this stuff up from the depths is about as far from her intentions today as possible. She's here to try and lighten his mood, which is why she tips her head thoughtfully to the side, eyes tracking like she's following a thought process, before shaking her head, firm and knowing.

"Nope. I'm going to have to barter for more."

Arch and winsome, falling into step back towards the house. Steve's not the only one with a forceful will, here, and she'll cheer him up if it takes her all day.

Which it won't. Even now, Steve seems better than when she first arrived, even if it's just physical, the result of exertion and adrenaline and endorphins, biology that can't be denied, even if it can be somewhat ignored. Steve will keep circling back to it all, tripping over it with every other thought, if he's not distracted, and that's no way to spend a free weekend.