She saunters up, sliding her hands into her back pockets, and comes close enough to tip her head back in order to look up at him, mouth pressing into a faint smile. "Good luck getting him out of there."

It's typical of Steve, to try and take the load off someone else, when he would hardly allow the same loads to be taken off his shoulders. Would probably never leave that room, if he didn't have a mission or the job, if it were him.

Because it suddenly could be him. He is suddenly capable of having that connection. Even if this, whatever it is with whoever it is, doesn't end up lasting, or being that perfect thing that Chin and Malia have, it's suddenly a possibility when it never was before.

Which leads to an all-too innocent tilt to her voice and lift of her eyebrows, an oh so casual faint tilt of her head, just curious for curiosity's. "Anyone else you want to call to come along?"

With envy set aside, she's feeling a ravenous sort of curiosity, starved further by his reticence to tell her who it is, to give even a name or the first sort of clue. He never told her to stop asking, and it's as much to lighten the mood as anything else, a sort of way to say it's okay without actually having to come out and say the words. Because he knows. And she knows. And they'll continue on, because she's not losing him for anything.

So it's fine.

But she's still curious.